Eagle vs Shark Page #4

Would've been okay one on one.

Even one on two...

me against two of them.

But, I'd usually have to fight, like...

eight of them.

That's awful.

Sometimes my brother would help out

and then we'd kick some serious ass.

But usually they'd find me

when I was alone...

and I'm like, " Oh okay,

now I have to fight eight of you.

Come on then, bring it on."

Anyway...

I don't really want to talk

about it.

Jarrod...

Get out of the car.

I need your clothes

and your boots and your motorcycle.

- Know who that is?

- Arnie.

- It's Arnie.

- He sounds just like him.

Hey, I bought some apples

for you guys.

Thanks.

I'll have one later.

Oh, yuk.

This is rotten.

Thanks very much

for trying to kill me, Damon.

So are you gonna introduce us?

- This is Nancy, my sister.

- Hi.

- This is Doug, her husband.

- Hi.

Ah, this is Dad. He's my Dad.

- This is my friend, Damon.

- Hello.

And this is Lily.

Lily's like, the best female

Fight Man player I have ever seen.

- And she's a dancer.

- Cool.

No, I'm not.

I thought you said that once.

I like your jackets and your pants.

Thanks. This is

our own label, "Awesome Apparel".

- It didn't really take off.

- Which actually makes these quite rare.

- Really?

- You wouldn't find these in any shops.

We've actually got some surplus stock

if you guys are keen... to buy anything.

Oh, yeah.

- Are you keen?

- I am.

Yeah?

Dad.

I made you this.

Thanks, Jarrod.

So where are you guys going to sleep?

There's no room in the house.

- Oh, what about my room?

- Our surplus stock's in there.

- What about Gordon's room?

- Dad's in there.

- Well, who's in his room?

- Us.

- Who's in your room?

- Zane.

Yeah, Vinny's in here.

It's not fair.

Where am I supposed to sleep?

- Pitch the tent.

- I don't want to sleep in a damn tent.

This is typical.

No one ever thinks about me.

That's because you're a loser.

You're a loser. B*tch.

- Cock hole.

- B*tch.

- Cock hole.

- B*tch.

- Cock hole.

- B*tch.

- Cock hole.

- Stop calling me cock hole, b*tch.

Cock hole.

You're a b*tch.

And you're gonna die of diabetes.

I'm twenty-eight years old.

Treat me like an adult, b*tch.

Hey wow. That's you.

What? Yes.

Wow.

That's so well done.

It's okay.

My brother did it.

- What's all that stuff?

- Stuff.

More candles?

Yes. Rejects.

Ones that aren't good enough.

Hey wow.

It's a hand.

And it's pointing up.

Give me that.

Who gave you permission

to touch that?

No-one. Sorry.

How would you like it

if I went over to your place...

and just started touching

everything?

Like your books and your oven,

or your computer.

How about I just started messing around

on your computer...

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