May Page #5

What about tomorrow night?

Maybe.

Maybe?

Okay, what time?

I'll wait.

Don't do that.

No, no, no. It's okay.

I'll wait.

I got to go, May.

Okay. Well, I'll talk to you

tomorrow then.

Goodbye, May.

I hate you.

Who can tell me what this is?

We don't know, May, what is it?

Petey, come here and see

if you can figure it out.

I don't know.

Come on, Petey,

you can try harder than that.

I don't know.

All right,

I'll tell you what it is.

What, what is it?

This is my best friend.

My best friend.

And I didn't even realize it

until just last night.

It's just a box.

- Her friend must be inside.

- That's very good, Deirdre.

Take it out.

I can't.

- Why not?

- I just can't.

Come on, May, let it out.

We want to meet your friend.

No, I...

I can't. She's special.

She doesn't come out.

She always stays in.

She's very fragile.

Petey.

Stop it!

- She's out!

- No!

- The floor!

- Glass!

Don't!

Glass! Ow!

This is May Kennedy.

Please leave your numbers.

Hello. Where are you, doll?

I think Dr. Zarkizein is upset.

Either that or he has

a kidney infection.

I'm not sure.

Either way, you need to get

your cute butt in here.

You've missed two days

in a row.

Are you all right?

I miss you. Kisses.

Call me, okay?

Ah.

Oh, Lupe.

I'll miss petting your pretty fur.

Are you okay?

So many pretty parts

and no pretty holes.

No sh*t.

What's your name?

It doesn't matter.

Hey, you want to go get

some Jujubes with me?

What's the point?

I'm just trying to be friendly.

Sorry.

Hmm...

Sh*t, man,

I can live off of these.

It's getting hella hot.

You mind if I take off my shirt?

- Do what you want.

- All right.

I love your tattoo.

Thanks.

Ah.

F***!

I'm still burning up.

Do you have any ice cubes

I can rub on my nipples?

Freeze!

That's the idea.

Stop!

What the f*** is that?

- A friend.

- Whoa.

This is some sick sh*t.

So...

are we best friends now that

you've seen what's inside my freezer?

You f***ing freak.

I'm not going to be your friend.

I need more parts.

Hey, May.

Hey, dude, what's up?

Not much.

What are you reading about?

Amputation.

- Is that for work?

- Nope.

It's just for fun.

Listen, May,

I'm sorry things didn't work out

between us.

L... you know.

It just didn't feel right.

It doesn't feel right,

you know?

I understand now...

Adam.

I understand.

Friends?

Okay. All right.

I really have to go.

Later hands.

Right. All right.

See you around.

How's Lupe?

- In pieces.

- Is she sad about something?

She does get depressed.

- She doesn't seem happy.

- Oh.

Can I ask what you're doing?

I want to make

a blouse for you.

Kind of an apology present

for the other night and my behavior.

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