Mr. Pig Page #5

Come on. Come on.

Just a minute.

Howard, not here, boy.

Sh*t.

Come on.

I may not have a vet degree,

but I got your back.

I've done this plenty of times.

Plenty of times.

Good.

Okay, Howie.

You may see some weird stuff,

but don't be afraid. All right?

Here you go.

Okay. All right, just relax. Just breathe.

Howard... Yeah, like that.

Okay. Okay, boy. Okay. Yeah. Okay.

There you go.

Dad?

Dad, it's me, Eunice. Open up.

Dad, it's me, Eunice. Open up.

Door's open.

What the hell?

Why is there a hog in your motel room?

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for you.

Close the door.

Is he sick?

He'll be just fine.

What's the matter with you?

How could you just...

- Look...

- How could you just take off like that?

I'm busy, okay?

Look, so if you wanna help, help me.

If not, quit bothering me.

Well...

Steady. Yeah, right, that's right.

Right there.

Give me that.

Let me help you.

Howie, now, it's all right, boy.

It's all right.

No, no, no, no.

- Right there. Right there.

- I know. I know.

I've drained water from lungs before.

You better hurry up.

Good boy.

Good boy.

I'll take it. I'll take it from here.

I'll take it from here.

Okay.

Okay. Yeah.

Hey, get that vase, okay?

- Get that vase over there.

- Got it.

Yeah. Yeah.

Good boy. Good boy.

You're gonna be fine.

Howie, you're gonna be fine, boy.

You're gonna be fine. Good boy.

Hey.

Hey, boy.

Look at you.

Come on, like a champ.

Boy, it all finished.

You like that TV show?

I'll get this in you, yeah?

Yeah. We do this,

and you're gonna be like brand-new, baby.

Yeah. Here.

All right, come on, boy.

Come on. I know you had a rough night.

Come on. Come on.

There you go. Okay.

You're all right. Come on, boy.

You just relax.

There you go.

Good morning!

You know, most normal people

can rely on their parents for support.

- You know...

- There we go.

Things like money, or advice, or help.

Not me.

I have a parent who acts

more like a child than a parent.

A parent that I have to support.

I can take care of myself. Thanks.

How is that?

Ambrose, you are a penniless,

homeless, unemployed 75-year-old man.

You're only focusing on my strong points.

I'm glad you think this is funny.

That's not fair.

What is it? Are you okay?

What was that? What happened?

It was nothing.

You just threw up, that wasn't nothing.

- Yeah.

- Ambrose, are you all right?

Yeah, like I said,

I can take care of myself.

You don't have to worry about me.

Let me help you with that.

Come on.

I'm worried about you.

I'm okay, okay?

No, you're not okay.

I have to worry about you

because no one else will...

Well, I don't need anyone.

I didn't ask you to come here,

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