Devil Page #3

Look at those shoes, they've

been through the mill.

They're saying, "Someone deserves

a better place to lie down. "

Are you

insulting my shoes?

The point is, a new mattress will

cost a lot less than you think.

You don't have to be

as well-off as this one.

I'm not that well-off.

What makes me good

at selling mattresses

is I can look

at a person's clothes

and know exactly how much

they can afford to spend.

And you, lady,

you're no Super Sleeper.

Oh, my God. They keep playing

this song over and over and over.

Can't they just

turn the music off?

Did you just

touch my ass?

What?

You wish, sweetheart.

I don't know who you think you

are, but keep your hands off me.

Whatever.

Oh!

They must be working

on the lights again.

Hey, Dwight.

Dwight.

I'm here.

I'm heading into the pit.

They just lost power in

number six again. Is that you?

No, you can't do that

from here, D.L.

Huh.

That's strange.

I'm looking at

elevator six right now.

I can't see

anything wrong with it.

The lights keep shorting out.

The passengers are getting scared.

See if this helps.

Come on, come on.

Oh, God.

Come on, come on.

Anything?

No. No change.

The only other thing

I can think to do

would be going back up

to the roof, climbing down

and resetting

the car manually.

Yeah, yeah. Good. Do that, do

that. Call me when you get there.

All right.

Hey.

What?

All right.

Get out of here.

Off you go. Off you go. There you go.

Oh!

Sh*t!

"Inspected by G. Carson. "

What was that?

What?

I thought I heard...

Ah!

Sh*t.

Are you all right?

I'm just...

I think someone pulled

my blouse. I'm... I'm...

You're bleeding.

Here. Here. Stand up.

Let me help you.

I think I got cut.

What's going on

in there?

I don't know.

They're just scared.

I think

that lady got hurt.

Did she?

Yeah, see that?

What in the world?

Oh, my God.

What's he saying?

I can't tell

what he's saying.

I can't tell what

you're trying to say.

Turn off the...

Turn off the music!

Maybe they don't

like the music.

The music's still on?

Yeah.

Turn it off. It's

probably driving them nuts.

Okay. How?

There's a kill switch

right behind the...

Right under the key box.

Thank you!

What happened to her?

It feels like

something bit me.

Wait, wait. Does anybody

have anything sharp on them

that might have cut her,

she might have cut herself on? No.

Why you got

blood on you, man?

She fell into me.

So you cut her?

What? No. No, something

must have happened to her

and then she fell into me.

She probably

did it to herself!

Come on!

Bit her own back?

You think this is a bite?

No, nobody got bit.

What else could

have done that?

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