Death Spa Page #2
I just heard about
the diving board.
What the hell is
going on around here?
So, what do you think?
give you a roll big enough
to hold the damn chili.
No, about the
Starbody Health Spa.
I think they ought
to level the place.
You think this
Evans guy is clean, huh?
I don't know.
My money is on the wacko
in the computer room.
I don't see David clambering up
there and unbolting that board.
This all could be coincidental.
It could be.
37 deep.
You got it.
What quarter is it?
That was the winning touchdown.
Great.
Flea market special,
two for the price of one.
Tweedledee
and you could be Tweedledum
Fantastic.
that diving board.
Marv...
Thanks.
Did you read the printout on
that Evans guy? About his wife?
Made the front page
of the Times.
She crisped herself.
She was burned to
unrecognizable ashes.
Now, does that suggest
anything to you?
Yeah.
I've got to tell my wife
Race you to the finish.
You got it.
Mike, I just figured out
what was bothering me
about Laura's accident.
When I left the club,
I know Laura was the
only one left in the place.
So?
Well, how did Priscilla
happen to find her?
Maybe she was working late
and you missed her.
Then I also missed her car
in the parking lot?
something to do with this?
You know her better than I do.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Well, how many reps
can you do?
Uh, 15 or 20.
More if I'm showing off.
Well, why don't you
show off for me?
in the gym.
Besides I'm Beta,
you're VHS.
Hey, hop aboard.
We're due to make land
in a week.
Thanks.
We're like two ships
that pass in the night.
And one...
And one, bounce it out.
And one, come on now.
All the way down.
Come on, stretch it out.
To the side, one...
And up.
Then back and up.
Here we go.
And up and back, come on.
Up and back.
How about a vegi shake,
Rhonda.
Sure.
I mean, it's kind of
creepy and all.
On Monday,
Laura gets gassed
and on Tuesday,
Oh, this thing.
Ah!
Oh my God.
Ha, I got you.
It's just a tomato.
That's sick.
Here's your shake.
Uh, sorry.
I lost my appetite.
Back and forth, come on.
Yeah, that's it, all right.
Up in the air.
Yes, come on.
Good jumping today.
All right.
All right. Let's do
the combination,
center floor, first group.
Come on.
Yeah.
What's with the
goddamn bird's nest?
It's a pretty sick joke
considering she's your sister.
What are you talking about?
Whatever you're trying to pull,
you're not going to
get away with it.
You know, Michael,
you need medical attention.
Just watch yourself
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