Desperate Living Page #4

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You both sure are ugly b*tches.

Go on, sit down.

Muffy, we got company.

We really hadn't planned

on coming here.

We're from the Guilford

neighborhood in Baltimore.

I been to Baltimore a few times.

Some burg. I hate it.

All them hillbilly fucks

looking at you.

Well, if you want

to know the truth...

we had no choice

but to come to Mortville.

We're in a lot of trouble.

You see, I'm quite prominent...

and we accidentally

killed my husband.

I don't care what you did.

Nobody's in Mortville

for a vacation.

We all did something,

or we wouldn't be here

in the first place.

Dinner's served.

I'm really not that hungry.

I invited you to dinner,

and you accepted.

Now you'll eat this if I

have to jam it down your throat.

Muffy, I called you to dinner.

Do I have to come in there

and smack you?

You don't have

to shout the house down.

I heard you all right already.

This is my girlfriend

Muffy St. Jacques...

the most beautiful woman

in all of Mortville.

Hi.

This is Grizelda and...

I forget your name.

Peggy Gravel. It's a pleasure.

We rent the room out back...

so I guess

we'll be neighbors.

Really? I sleep in the room

right next to you... naked.

You're five minutes late

for dinner, Muffy.

Don't you remember our little

talk about your laziness?

I was having an erotic dream.

I warned you about

thinking about men...

before your afternoon nap.

Dirty thoughts about dirty men

bring on dirty dreams...

and you're a dirty girl, Muffy.

Mole, I can't help

what I think about.

It's not my fault Mr. Sandman

is not a bulldozer like you.

I'm warning you, Muffy.

Mole, sometimes I need a man.

I'm a man, Muffy... A man

trapped in a woman's body.

Yeah, Mole, but you don't

have the same big deal.

- Take it back!

- Take it out! It hurts!

- Take back what you said to me!

- Mole, you're the only one.

I love you. You're my man.

I'm only queer for...

That's better. Muffy knows

how I feel about men.

I'm not one

to be pushed over my limit.

That hurt!

Go!

Come on!

There they are.

Don't move, scags.

You're both under arrest...

by the order

of Her Majesty, Queen Carlotta.

Anything you say could put you

in front of the firing squad.

Take it easy!

We ain't fighting you!

Help us! Please help us!

Don't worry.

Standard procedure in Mortville.

Officer, would you like

a cup of gin or something?

Stay back, peasant woman!

Stay right there.

Hold it right there.

Come on.

Come on, you fatso.

Get up in there.

Oh, Grizelda, I can't.

Let's go! Come on!

Get out of there. Let's go.

Come on.

Come on, get up there.

Let's go.

Move it!

Come on!

Hey, boys,

look what I brought you!

We brought you

some fresh meat!

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