He Never Died Page #5

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Go on... f*** off.

F*** you.

Agh!

Hey.

It's extrememly rude.

Shut the f*** up, b*tch!

You're at my door every goddamn day!

Leave me the f*** alone! I turned it down!

I turned it down! Leave! Goddamn it! Jeez.

I pay my rent over here!

What else do you want from me, huh?

See you later!

Adios! Get the f*** out!

F***ing suck a dick, b*tch!

For god sake! Hey, Lou-boy!

F*** off, douche!

Mornin'.

Morning.

You know, you're an hour early?

Yeah.

How long you been here?

What time is it?

About 9:
00.

I've been here since 6:00.

All right.

I-17... I-17

O-75... and

B-1! Does anyone have B-1?

Hey, if you're an alcoholic or

something, I can get you something else?

Hey!

Oh, man...

Hi.

Hey!

I'm a melancholy

man That's what I am

All the world surrounds me

and my feet are on the ground

Hey.

Here ya go.

Shouldn't be carrying so much.

Thanks.

Sh*t happens.

When all the stars are

falling out onto the sea

And underground an angry

voice is carried on the wind

Whoa, man. Sorry about that.

And you'll remember

what's being said

By all the good men

this world's ever known

A number man is

what you'll see

Oh, f***, man!

You just go an' do that?

You just f***ing got sh*t all over me.

Man, I should f***ing lay you out.

You better give me money for

all the sh*t you just ruined.

Yeah, you should give

us everything you got.

You look 14.

Man, suck on these nuts.

And give your sh*t

before you start bleeding.

You. How old are you?

He's old enough to f*** you up.

I'll take it.

Hello, Jack,

I couldn't find your last name.

I just wanted you to let you know that we

are going to kill Andrea K. Huntsmen...

if you don't show up at the docks.

See, you decided to kill

an associate of ours, so...

we went right ahead and

kidnapped her earlier today.

And killed a Mrs. Gillian

Huntsman in the process.

I didn't mean to do that.

But you know, these

things do happen.

Midnight at the docks, don't

call the police, blah blah blah.

And see you then. This is

just for your information.

Bye... when do we kill

this f***ing b*tch?

Okay.

Um.

Loser Syndrome?

Loser Syndrome.

Yeah?

Hey.

Hey.

What's going on?

I don't know. Nothing.

It kind of looks like something.

It's nothing. I'm fine.

What was that this morning?

Today?

You just kinda ran out.

That's right. Sorry.

I just... my head was in a bad place.

Oh... how are you now?

Steady.

That's good.

- Cara!

- Yeah.

You've got a call.

- Who is it?

- Who do you think?

Just let him know to stop calling?

I do, but he's a lunatic.

I don't care... take care of it.

I, uh, I gotta take care of this, so...

Real quick, what are you havin'?

Steak, rare.

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