Howard the Duck Page #4

I'm a lab assistant.

- hat's terrific! Just perfect.

- Yep, I'm ut f here.

Lk, it's just a temprary jb

until I finish schI and get my wn museum.

- Yeah, stuffed yu'd make a great exhibit.

- Hward! Hward, wait!

- Typical hairless ape.

- Hward, lk, cme n.

Dn't flutter ff in a huff!

Beverly, listen...

...I've gt sme imprtant matters

to clean up here, but I'll call yu tonight.

I'll figure ut a way

to help Hward, I swear.

- Just dn't shw him to anybdy else!

- Yeah, they lk hungry.

- Get them a banana.

- Hide him! ake him to a mvie!

- I didn't knw where else to gfr help.

- Inside, Blumburtt.

- Cming! Cming!

- Hward, why are yu spissed ff?

Why? Listen, if yu gt blasted

millins f miles thrugh space...

...ended up

n anther planet...

...and were gien an I.Q. Test by a janitor,

yu'd be pissed ff to!

Lk, maybe yu are trapped

in a wrld yu never made...

...but I gt prblems f my wn.

My whle career is falling apart.

Yur career?

What abut my life?

- I'm stranded here, ship wrecked!

- Lk at this wnderful exhibit.

Yu see what I mean?

I'm a freak. An utcast.

- It's slife-like and realistic.

- Bug ff.

- Excuse me?

- I said, "beat it".

Mutants.

Yu, to.

- Leae me alne!

- What?

I dn't need any mre

f yur sympathy, yur charity!

Okay. Okay, fine.

I mean, I just fund smething...

I meet smebdy in a pretty weird

predicament and I was trying to help.

But if that's the way yu want it,

then slng, ducky!

- Dn't shed any tears ver me, tots!

- Yu can wallw in yur wn self pity!

Right!

Well, whneeds yu?

- I dn't need anybdy!

- Yeah, right.

Yeah...

Damn it! I can't sit here n my tail feathers

feeling srry fr myself.

I'e gt to think abut practical matters:

Fd, shelter... a jb.

Nw yu dknw

why yu were sent to me?

My cntinuing

streak f bad luck?

Yu'e been sent to me because

I'm famus fr finding jbs...

...fr little slackers like yu.

hat's right.

hey send me all the psychcases.

All the misfits.

All the phnies and

the fakers...

...whthink thatby traipsing in here

lking utlandish...

...they're nt gnna

be able to find wrk!

It's my fault I gtta shplift

at the little tyke sectin f gdwill?

I'm nt talking abut yur clthes,

I'm talking abut yur face.

Hey...

Yu think that by lking

cntroersial...

...yu're never gnna find a jb

and just gn cIlecting unemplyment...

...and liing happy

n the public dugh.

Well, dude, yu'e gt

anther think cming!

Because Cra Mae

always places her interviewee.

I'm gnna find

yur ass a jb.

hat'll wipe that snarl right ff yur face,

little whatever yu is.

In fact, I think I gt

just the psitin fr yu!

I gt a feeling yu're gnna take

to this jb like a duck to water.

Towels, ltin?

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