Joe Somebody Page #5

It... sounds...

pretty self-explanatory.

Okay. It's just, um...

It's a chemical misfire.

- You're not dying, Joe.

- Ten years in a goddamn cubicle.

And then you wake up one day,

and then...

And I don't have

a place to park.

What can I do for you, Joe?

Nothing.

Zylol...

From STARKe Pharmaceuticals.

For the best you can be.

Possible side effects

may include nausea, drowsiness,

dry throat, cough,

unexpected gas...

What... do... you... want?

Okay. Now what do you want?

Aah.

God, tell me

you didn't bleach yourself.

Just the shirt. Coffee?

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Joe, have you ever heard

of manic depression?

Yeah.

Whoo-hooo-hooo!

See, this...

This is way out of my league.

And, um, what I do have, though,

is the number of a great psychiatrist.

No, I'm cured!

Okay, right. She's probably

in the office this morning...

- Meg! Oh, this is... You cured me!

- I cured you?

Yes! When you asked me that

question that scared me so much

that I almost passed out.

For the first time since I can remember,

I have an answer. I know what I want!

- And it's all thanks to you.

- Excellent.

I am gonna kick

Mark McKinney's ass! Yeah!

You gotta be kidding.

I know, it sounds crazy,

but I think he really wants to do it.

You mean Scheffer's gonna...

come back for seconds?

McKinney smacked 'im all over

the parking lot, for Christ sakes.

- Well, that's sensitive.

- I'm sensitive.

I like herbal tea and Deepak Chopra

and people who come back to work.

He's gonna come to his senses,

right, Meg? He's not gonna fight.

Meg! Besides, it's not like

he knows where McKinney lives.

Damn it!

You don't have a gun, do you?

I didn't come over here

to shoot you.

Well, if you're here to threaten a lawsuit,

my attorney tells me

- I can keep you tied up...

- I'm not here to sue ya.

You took something of mine.

I want it back.

When your suspension's over,

I wanna fight you again.

You're all hopped up

on samples, aren't ya?

What are you on?

Zylol? Volomin?

I'm not on anything!

I just know what I want.

I want a rematch.

Oh, my God.

Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!

- Oh, look.

- Low blow. Low blow.

What are you, like 12?

The guy's gonna hit you back.

He's got arms!

What are you doin' here?

Don't you have school today?

I needed to see you.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Okay.

I wanna see you too.

- We gotta get you back to school.

- Dad, I really wanna talk about this!

You know that big jerk

took it easy on you, right?

What makes you think he

won't kill you this time, huh?

- Dad!

- You made your point.

- Good.

- Now, it's my turn.

I don't want you

skipping school anymore.

- Just biology lab. I can make it up.

- It's not just a biology lab.

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