Lost River Page #3

No one has.

As soon as the last town was drowned...

an evil spell was cast on Lost River.

- Think you're making it up.

- I'm not.

That's why this whole place feels

like it's underwater, too.

It's true.

Makes sense... everything

that's going on around here.

It's got to be for some reason.

The old way...

it works.

- Do you want some paper towel?

- Yeah, please.

- Sorry for that.

- I have it for that very reason.

It's not the 5-star service, but...

I'm a mother.

I can pull anything out of this bag.

Well, I'm not your child.

You might be very tired,

so you can make yourself comfortable,

and I'll let you to sleep.

I just wake you up when we arrive.

Please, feel like home,

and take this moment of rest.

We're here.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

this is the moment

you've all been itching for.

Coming to our stage

is a lady of letters,

a woman not of substance,

but above-stance.

The 8th, 9th, and 10th wonders

of the world.

Now, you may recognize her

from "sadissmo," "burn, baby, burn,"

"the violent ones," or...

or her stage production,

"the beautiful,

the bloody, and the bare."

Please put your hands together

for the delightful, the delicious,

and the de-lovely,

pretty miss Kitty Cat!

Cuando la tarde languidece

renacen las sombras

Y en la quietud

los cafetales vuelven a sentir

Esta triston cancion de amor

de la vieja molienda

En el letargo de la noche parece gemir

Cuando la tarde languidece

renacen las sombras

I got some fans tonight.

I got some fans. Okay.

...cafetales vuelven a sentir

Esta triston cancion de amor

de la vieja molienda

En el letargo de la noche parece gemir

Una pena de amor, una tristeza

Lleva el zambo Manuel en su amargura

Pasa incansable la noche moliendo cafe

Oh, my gosh!

Yeah!

Rise, rise, rise!

And pay respects to the goddess of Gore!

Maybe, maybe, yes.

Now I feel like a goddess.

So, I'm okay with it. Plus, I love

my b*obs. They're, like, my fave.

Cat? Cat, Billy's here to see you.

- Who's Billy?

- It's a Dave situation.

Oh, sh*t, I knew it.

- Hi. Have a seat.

- Okay.

You like that stuff...

blood, guts, torture?

Is that what you're into?

- Fanny.

- Yeah.

You chipped my tooth.

You chipped my tooth.

Oh, sorry, Cat.

Billy, what's your act?

- I don't have an act.

- You don't have an act?

- You juggle?

- No.

- Tap dance?

- No.

Ever pull a rabbit out of your hat?

No.

- How's your scream?

- My scream?

Yeah.

Like, for bloody murder.

I mean, a scream, you know...

I'm so sorry I'm late, grandma.

Grandma?

Grandma?

Hey. Hi, grandma.

Sorry, grandma.

There he is.

You got to go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Up here.

Engineers planned this out

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