Gut Page #4

What the f*** is with you?

What the f***'s with me?

What the f***'s with you!

Hey! You know what?

No one had to twist your arm to come

over and watch the last one, okay?

Just get rid of them.

I told you I'll take care of it.

And don't order any more.

I wasn't planning to.

But don't worry.

I won't tell you if I do.

Fine.

Fine.

Why does he get to go first?

I should be the first,

I'm still growing!

This means that your

mom's old fashioned, that's all.

And what's that got

to do with anything?

It just means that I have

a soft spot for your dad.

So, how's Dan?

You know...

Same old Dan.

Maybe we should have

him over for dinner.

Sure.

I like Dan.

He's silly.

Be right back.

Don't go away.

What can I get you?

Yeah. I'm new.

Wasn't my top choice of employment

either but I got to pay the rent somehow.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make

you uncomfortable, I was...

just expecting someone else.

Yeah, well...

I know I don't exactly fit down

to the rest of the old bitties, but...

what I don't have in

saggy tits and wrinkles,

I make up for it with personality.

I'm sure you do.

We're lucky to have you.

You got that right.

Now, do you know what you

want or do you need a menu?

Let me guess...

coffee?

Sally?

Sally?

Look man, my shift's

just about over...

so why don't you make it easy

on me and tell me what you want?

Why don't I just give

you another minute.

Is that your friend over there?

Yeah.

Well, it's about time you showed up.

He's been waiting for you a long time.

Thanks.

Dan ?

Dan, what's wrong?

You haven't been

working two days.

You look like you're coming apart.

Now, what the f*** is going on with you?

She's dead.

What?

I killed her.

What di... What the

f*** are you talking about?

- Sally...

- Who?

Sally!

- The waitress?

- Yes, the waitress!

He killed her, okay?

To get to me or because of me.

I don't f***ing know, okay?

I don't...

Calm down. Just...

calm down.

Tell me what the f***...

are you talking about.

I notice this in my box.

You know, I didn't...

order anything or ask for anything.

It was just there.

You need to close that box.

What the f*** good

is that going to do?

He obviously knows where I live,

with who I spend my f***ing time with!

F***, f***, f***!

What?

Where are you going?

Home.

Call the police!

We can't tell anyone, okay?

I mean they're going to think it was me.

They're gonna think I killed her.

So did you?

- What?

- Did you kill her?

F*** you.

- You have nothing to worry about, do you?

- Nothing to worry about?

Are you out of your f***ing mind?

Look, if you didn't do it.

They don't have any evidence.

They can't convict you

without evidence.

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