Medal of Victory Page #3

hit in the other eye?

Wanna few more drinks,

you wanna have a few more?

Can we get a few more

drinks over here?

- Hi, I'm Ann Marie.

- And I'm Reginald.

And we're two

of the happiest people on earth

thanks to the help of one man.

Harold w. Maddox,

of Townville financial.

- Hi, Harry.

- Hi Ann Marie.

Hi, Reggie.

How's your new home?

It's everything we ever dreamed

it could be, Harry.

I'm overjoyed.

Friends, you know me,

I'm Harry Walter Maddox,

founder and CEO

of Townville financial.

And I'm running to be

your next mayor.

Why, you ask?

Let's just say it's because

I know what dreams are made of.

Yes?

Another round

for everybody, please.

And I say, "be not afraid,

tonight everyone

goes home for supper."

Your life is amazing.

You know what?

It is.

I think...

Oof, I'm drunk.

Stay with me tonight.

What are you doing?

- Hey, let's go.

- You're disgusting!

Hey! What?

No, wait!

What did I do?

Thanks a lot, man.

I was like this close.

Yeah, maybe on a map where

that's like a thousand miles.

- Are you drunk?

- No.

- You drunk?

- No.

2.5! Ooh!

You all right, man?

Always.

You need a ride?

No, uh, no, man, I'm fine.

I'm just gonna just

psych myself up here.

- Hoo-ah.

- Hoo-rah.

Quit, uh, excuse me,

you're driving.

Are you crazy?

I'm not driving.

Well, I'm not driving either.

No, why would I say that?

I love you.

You're drunk.

Hello?

Oh, boy.

It's coming.

Pull over.

- No, hold it in.

- No, pull over.

- Hold it in.

- Pull over.

Whoo!

That's the good stuff.

Can you hear that?

Maybe it's another road?

Yeah.

Another road.

Was that marine

driving a white truck?

F***! F***!

- In my pocket.

- Just breathe, man.

We'll get you to a hospital.

- Just take it!

- What?

It's the death of me.

Thank you.

- Give me your phone.

- Why?

I'm calling police.

You crazy?

We're both awol driving drunk.

And you took his medal.

I didn't take it.

He gave it to me.

Do you think anyone's

gonna believe that?

Fine.

We'll drive a minute,

then call it in.

That's the first dead body

I've ever seen.

How much gas we got left?

Half a tank.

Or less.

F***.

Just let me do the talking.

All right, you f***ing

perpetrators,

sheriff's department.

Put your hands

where I can see 'em.

Hands! Now!

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Step outside.

Better keep your hands up.

My partner here is working

on two hours of sleep

and he's got a loaded weapon

pointed right at your head.

Hands on the hood!

It's not our fault.

- You hear that, Rayburn?

- Not their fault.

Someone walked into the bar

and force fed these two invalids

a whole pint of whiskey, and then

sent them back out on the road.

F***ing invalids.

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