Hell Ride Page #3

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Well, the Ladies' room is closed,

'cept for Ladies' Night.

Now you got a .38

pointed at your head.

You give me your colors, you little pisser.

Or there's gonna be one unvictorious Victor.

What are you gonna do...

With these eight other little pissers, when I don't.

Well, I'm gonna, I'm gonna wine 'em and dine 'em.

I'm gonna, show 'em Paris.

You oughta see how I'm gonna buy them off.

You know.

You have to accept the fact that...

The Brotherhood of Bikers is bullshit.

The Three B's:
Bikers, Brotherhood, Bullshit.

You ever do anything but yak?

You half-witty piss-poor shitwit nitwit?

Take us, to the f***ing Sixers!

Sure thing, man.

Come on. No probleme.

How long do you have that bike.

Since 1976.

Follow me if you can!

He's f***ing with us man!

Relax.

I know this desert like the back of my hand.

You just keep me in sight.

This guy's a f***ing clown.

Listen to me, we catch that old motherf***er?

Let's whack that Indian motherf***er too.

We don't need him no more.

And I know who's side I'm on. The Deuce.

F***ing copasetic by me.

I'm with you man.

The Deuce. The Six-Six-Sixers. Billy Wings!

Ladies you shouldn't ride Indians.

Except on Ladies' Night.

Now...

Put your balls on ice.

Get some info out of him first.

Before we send him to the

happy hunting grounds.

muttering

I hope you got insurance old man.

Be cool sonny boy.

Greetings from Pistolero.

Hehe

Noone said nothing to me about

Nobody pissing on my boots.

And I'm gonna tell Johnny Pissed-Off

That I'm lots more pissed off than him.

Comanche,

Meet Eddie Zero.

Now give me hand with this.

'Cause I got things to go and places to do.

Come on.

Perfect.

Don't say that.

The day that it's perfect,

Is your last day on Earth.

Hell is gonna get a hell of a lot worse.

I think I finally found Cherokee Kisum's boy.

The ones who killed Cherokee Kisum...

Killed St. Louie too.

The Gent.

- That's me.

Pistolero would like to chat

with you and Comanche.

Well thanks for the latest breaking

news there, Wolf Blitzer

Dani's Inferno at 6 o'clock.

Stay off the main highways

The Sixers are cruising around.

Listen, it's dangerous as hell out here.

How are you doing - weaponry-wise?

What are you some kind of...

Bike-to-bike salesman?

I'm Eddie Zero, man...

I thought Eddie Zero got killed in a

big rig crash in '86.

Yeah... I wish.

Well them him, Pistolero...

That I need to have a chat with him

Before the other chat.

About this a**hole habit of him.

Concealing sh*t from me.

Tell him your-f***ing-self, man.

My p*ssy's on fire.

Your thoughtfulness has given me the burning rush.

I'd like to have the fire marshal arrive on the scene.

Extinguish the fire, Mr. Fire Chief.

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