Loosies Page #4

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I'm not qualified

for anything else.

- So what's next?

- What's next?

I'm gonna get my badge back,

even if I have to

kill that little prick.

(humming)

Hey, good morning.

- Who the hell are you?

- Um, I'm Carl.

- Oh, Carl.

Ma!

Ma!

- Oh, Bobby I thought

you'd be at work by now.

- Who the hell is this guy?

- Carl.

- No, I got that.

What the hell is Carl

doing here, in my bathrobe?

- You didn't tell him.

- I didn't get a chance.

I didn't get a chance.

- Okay, so, Bob, I'm a...

I'm a friend of your mother's.

- He's a friend of mine

from bingo.

- Wait a minute.

Did this guy?

Did the two of you...

Ah.

- It's not what you think,

Bobby.

We've been friends a long time.

I didn't want to tell you,

but I think it's time.

Yeah.

Carl's asked me

to move in with him.

It's not what you think.

- What?

I'm gonna kill this guy.

- He's funny.

He's an ex-Marine.

(sighs)

- What happened?

You look like the walking dead.

- Well, death would be

a welcome relief

compared to the world

of sh*t I live in right now.

- Talk to me.

I got your back.

Tell me.

- I got a girl pregnant.

- Ooh.

(laughs)

- Yeah.

- Whoa.

- That's funny.

Laugh it up.

- Yeah, I got your back.

Way back, way, way back.

Like, Toledo back.

- Thanks.

I'm so screwed.

- Let's see.

- Ah!

- She do that?

She punch you?

- No, I fell down the stairs.

- All right.

What's she gonna do?

She gonna keep the kid?

- I don't know.

That option never came up.

- Why would she want to keep

a baby without a father?

Especially your baby.

Why don't you just give her

some money,

tell her to get rid of it?

You're gonna be up to your neck

in dirty diapers.

Listen to me.

Like a mission to the moon.

Abort.

- Hey, listen, do you know

where I can find Lucy?

- Who's asking?

- Me.

- Who are you?

- I'm a friend of hers

from childhood.

- Ah, you know her from Ohio.

- Yeah.

- She grew up in Texas, jerkoff.

Look, just go away.

- Does she still work here?

I just want to talk to her,

okay?

- Yeah, you and half of the guys

in the bar.

Beat it before I beat you.

- Wow, did you just

come up with that yourself?

Whoa, Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy!

- You know this guy?

- No.

- Lucy, it's me!

- Stay away from her!

- Get out of here!

- Okay.

- What?

No, wait, wait!

Not you.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm sorry about the...

you know.

I just...

I mean, I was a little

in shook when you...

(sighs)

I mean, you tell a guy

something like that, it's...

So you... you want to keep it?

- Do I want to keep it?

It's not a stray dog, you know.

- No, I know.

I just... I'm just saying.

- What?

What are you saying?

I'm listening to you,

but you're not saying anything.

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