Maximum Overdrive Page #2

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Boy, ain't this a no|count piece of sh*t!

You do what I said with that body?

Got him downstairs, sure.

Pretty crispy, Mr. Hendershot.|What happened?

F***ed if I know, Bubba.

F***ed if I know.

So, anybody in there?

No, not now.

You're cute.

Yeah? Am I?

Not that cute.

Well, maybe I'll grow on you.

Look at that. There's nothing!

Did you ever see that much nothing|at ten fifteen in the morning, hero?

Name's Bill.

Hi, Bill. Brett.

Although microwave relays...

since nine o'clock this morning...

appears to be occurring everywhere.

Moscow...

are the same.

operating themselves...

an agency we don't understand...

homicidal rampage.

slowly than others.

completely certain this morning.

machine is to be trusted.

Unplug all the electrical appliances.

If you have a truck or car...

Let me tell you right now,|boy and girl.

That this beautiful American|truth way Bible...

...with fine git edge an full page|color picturesy can be yours for...

...9,95. Wait a minute before you say|anything, let me tell you something.

This Bible has everything in it.

From the creation of this beautiful|world of ours to the fall of mankind.

Look, Duncan, just,|hang on a little longer, alright?

I gotta find my boy. Christ!|What's goin' on out there?

Look, man. You can't even see!

I can see just fine.

I don't wanna pop you one, Joe.|You keep yapping' at me, I'm goin'!

Duncan? Duncan!

What's he doin'?

You really goin' after Deke, man?|- Yeah.

Look, how many fingers do you see?

Eight, twelve?

Alright, so I got a little double|vision. But it's clearin' up, Bill.

I gotta find my boy.

I gotta!

Anything could be goin' on there.

Christ sakes!

You leave without punchin' out...

...and you ain't never gonna|have to punch in again, Bubba.

Good!

You leave me along, fat f***!

No, leave him alone!

Or what?

Or I'll knock your teeth in, Bubba.

Duncan, look out!

Oh God!

It'll give you|protection in time of danger.

It'll give you health in time of|sickness and fondness leviticus.

It just...

Oh, sucker!

Son-of-a-b*tch! Out my way, b*tch!

F***er!

I'm gonna tear 'em up, boy!

Where the hell are you goin',|drunk son-of-a-b*tch?

Get back inside, you idiot!

God dammit, you snot bag!|Come on out!

Come on! Get outta here!|- Let me go!

You wanna rock and roll with me?

Bastard!

Right here, you, prick!

You overgrown! Scum ball! By God!

Get outta the way, you crappy a**hole!

This is Bubba Hendershot at Dixie Boy.|Anybody read me out there?

Come on in, Rusty!

No one. No one in the cab|of that mother f***er at all.

Horse pucky!|- What we gonna do now?

I don't know.|- This is Bubba Hendershot...

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