Freaky Eaters Page #2

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which is still being transmitted.

Funny, isn't it? Spy satellites

still sending signals from space.

It's a pity there's no one left to spy on.

Yeah, OK, OK. Where's the best place

for us to focus our attention?

I think you will find plenty of fresh flesh

in Sector F.

Sector F? It's a f***ing jungle.

It'll take at least two days,

if we make it there alive.

I know, it's quite far away,

but we'd better not attract

too many of them to this area.

They haven't been seen for weeks,

and I don't want to darken our good star.

It's not safe for us to venture that far out.

All right, fine.

You'll get what you want.

But you must speed up your experiments.

What a shitty world.

Here, you smoke it.

It can't kill you any more.

Do you know the joke about the two ducks?

Ducks aren't funny.

And the one about the two truck drivers?

Truck drivers aren't funny either.

Sh*t. There's a fly in the soup.

If you're not going to eat it, I...

Hey, Doc, did you hear?

Sector F - what a great place.

Last time I went there I was in danger

of having my dick bitten off.

I guess the doctor is sending us there

to piss me off.

And that freak expects me to believe that

it might be possible one day for a man to...

How would I look with a big tummy?

Forget it. Good night.

Good morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Alexis.

How are your tests going?

Well...

Listen, I've been hearing about

this testing programme

for RB Pharmacology's new drug.

I'd like to get involved.

The patients have already been selected.

Doctor, you know how much

I want to have a baby. Please.

As a doctor, I understand that there's

always an element of risk in these tests.

I'm willing to take the risk.

I'm sorry, but the risk is too great.

Promise me you'll never leave me.

I promise.

Until the end of the world.

Until the end of the world.

Where the f*** have you been?

I heard you taking the Corvette again.

One of these days

you're gonna get yourself killed.

Do you think you can help her this way?

You even know how to have fun in your sleep.

Eh, party boy?

Come on, get up. It's hunting day.

They're for Arsehole Caravaggio.

You know what that son of a b*tch is like.

He may be the Lord's right hand, but I don't

think he knows much about Christian love.

I can't believe it.

You finished all the beer again.

Not only is there no beer left in this shitty

place, there is hardly anything left to eat.

Since we also have to go

on a corpse hunt for Dr Kildare,

- we might as well go shopping too.

- You've convinced me.

But don't call him Arsehole,

he'll get pissed off again.

Call him Caravaggio.

That's the way he likes it.

Caravaggio? F*** off.

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