Fresh Meat Page #5

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- What are they doing?

- Praying.

Well, they can cut it out.

Maori language week is over.

Only smart thing you've

done all day, wonder boy.

I read that article in the

"New Idea". Now that I've

met him, I don't blame you

for having the affair.

The cops are here. Paul's

gone, I can't find him.

He wouldn't just leave.

Ritchie, he's an addict, he gone. I'm

the boss now, you do what I say, okay?

- Sure thing, little lady.

- Get up.

Well, hi there.

Officer Lance Nisbet.

Rina.

I've come to inform you that there

are criminals at large in the area

and we request that you stay inside

with your door and windows locked.

You seen anything unusual

in the last few hours?

You home alone? Oh.

Where are Mom and Dad, then?

Ah, they're at a

parent-teacher interview.

Okay.

- Do you mind if I come inside?

- Yes.

I just need to make

sure you're safe, Rina.

I know.

- Is there a problem?

- Let's... Let's just say that I...

I lied to you.

What is it, love?

My parents. They're not really

at a parent-teacher interview.

They're at the, eh...casino?

Gamblers.

Not the sort of place I'd

expect gamblers to live in.

Big house.

Got your own bedroom?

We have to get out in a week.

Mortgage deed sale.

Well... that's too bad, love.

Ah, you don't have to do that.

Dad's a security freak.

Well, he's certainly got a few

valuables to be concerned about.

Mom and Dad had a fight

before they went out.

- So, remember what it was about?

- No.

- You on something, Rina?

- No.

That's not mine.

What is this? Methamphetamine?

It's the root of all

evil in this country.

You could be in a lot

of trouble here, Rina.

This is not looking good, love.

Well, well...

Could this be the secret meth-lab?

Rina, Rina, Rina...

F***. Hey, what the hell's going on here?

Johnny! Help me!

- Johnny!

- Who's the boss?

- Stop it! Damn you!

- Say it! Who's the boss?

Call 111, Rina!

Who's...the...boss?

You are!

- It's an antidote. For pepper spray.

- Rina!

I'm the boss.

There are whole websites

dedicated to chicks doin' this.

Damn it!

Damn it! Don't f*** with me again.

I need to rely on you.

Otherwise I'm gonna have to kill you.

- Which is it, d*ckhead?

- Okay, okay. You're the boss.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm taking your gun.

You're on probation.

Put the body in...garage.

Thanks, kid.

Well, can we go now?

- We need to talk.

- About what?

You. Us. What kind of

future we have together.

I hadn't really thought about it much.

I mean, I hadn't really

thought about you guys much.

Look, either you love Gigi, or you don't.

- I sense that you don't.

- Why the f*** is she still alive.

- I like her.

- She's a f***ing schoolgirl.

Stand up to him.

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