Dollman Page #7

Ah, a 13-inch man.

Are you sure it wasnt a dream?

I'm serious.

Come over tonight and see him for yourself.

Id love to see a 13-inch man...

You know what I mean...

I dont know where he came from...

...and what to do about

What's so funny, ladies?

Nothing's funny, sir.

Nothing's funny about toxic waste, Mr. Wilmar.

Well, then get back to wooork!

You're way behind!

Sheesh. What's his problem?

Hmm, he asked me out to that Guns 'n' Roses concert.

I told him I dont dig the mutant slime from work.

- You didn't!

- Yeah!

What the f*** are we waiting for?

Were waitin because I said were waitin.

Im gonna cut an example out of this b*tch.

Well, it's about time.

F***, man.

What's the matter?

- Oh, f***!

- Yo, I thought that little guy fixed you.

I hope he didn't go home.

Not without his ship.

You know, there does not seem to be

much structural damage.

Maybe if I just adjust this...orhow about

Back away, Gerald.

I think he suffers from a Napoleonic Syndrome.

- What?!

Short man's complex.

So... how long do you think this guy

gonna stay at your place?

I don't know.

I don't know. His spaceship doesn't work,

so he can't really go anywhere.

- Guess he's stuck here.

- You want him to stay though, don't you?

Seora Alejandro?

Ah, seora Rodriguez, Que tal?

- Bien, oiga!..

...I heard about this doll-man.

...that he blew away Braxton's Red Homies

last night, es eso cierto?

Yeah, it's true.

Oiga! E cuando Se next meeting of Neighborhood Watch?

Thursday, 7:
30 at the cafeteria.

- I'll be there!

- Really?

- Si!

Vivian, you know we can make a difference.

We can change this neighborhood.

Especially with this doll-man blowing away

all the scumbags for us, eh?

That's not the way

I wanted this to work out.

- Alright girlfriend.

- See ya.

Be by later to see your doll-man.

Braxton! Ah! Leave me alone!

- Or what? Your little friend gonna come out here and beat me up, huh?

Help! Somebody, help!

- Put her in the car!

- We'll gonna stop you, you son of a b*tch!

Get away! Alla Ya!!

Knock it off!

- Kevin, where's the doll?

- Braxtons got your mom downstairs.

Kevin, get out of the way!

Keep your eye out for the doll-man, OK? cause he's gonna come looking for her.

Hey, can you spare a smoke, man?

Sit down.

Stop this, Braxton. You're hurt.

The f*** do you care?

Yeah...

Don't even think about it!

Braxton, youre gonna die

if you don't get some help.

- So I die.

- But you can stop this before you go down.

When you gonna get hip to what's going on here? Huh?

Were all gonna go down, Debi,

because that's the way the man wants it.

Can't you see that? Huh?

You think they care about you?

You think they care about Dalton Avenue, huh?

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