Night of the Living Deb Page #5

Oh, no!

Oh, my God! ls she...'?

So sad!

To die alone on the Fourth.

Shadows are trailing.

My heart is bewailing.

And tolling within like a funeral bell.

Rest in peace, Mrs Jones.

What are you doing?

Oh, I was just reciting some Longfellow.

I think it's nice to say...

No, no. Why did you open her eyes'?

That's what you do when someone dies,

to let their soul rise up to heaven.

What? No, no. You close their eyes.

Er, okay, trust me on this one!

No. Trust me. Okay?

Nobody does it that Way.

Er, you're gonna feel pretty silly

when the Internets back up.

Please! This was a sweet old lady,

all right'? Don't be weird.

Just leave her in peace.

- Stop it!

Ooh, taking control!

Yeah, I dig it!

But I've gotta do right by her.

Let your soul be free!

- You're being ridiculous.

- No, you're being ridiculous!

And let go of my Wrist, you're hurting me.

- I'm not touching your... Wooah!

- What is happening?!

- A little help here, chief!

- I'm working on it!

I'm sorry, Mrs Jones.

- I'm really sorry to do this to you.

- Forget the lamp, Martha Stewart!

Okay! Okay, okay! Jump away!

All right! Now, and...

- Clear!

- What are you doing?

What? Why isn't it working?

Deb, do something!

Please don't struggle, Mrs Jones!

Oh! She's old!

' Yeah!!

- All right!!

I mean, that was a terrible, actually,

cos she was my neighbour.

But that's, er... Let's get the food.

These are the crappiest snacks.

Didn't this lady eat any solids?

These are the crappiest snacks.

Didn't this lady eat any solids?

Sssh!

Woah!

At least they re three floors down.

Aah! Fire escape! Fire escape!

Wait! Slow down!

What are you doing?

You should've left all that stuff!

- Sorry. Fine!

- No, no, no, don't just...

Sorry.

Sh*t!

Great! Now look What you made me do.

Well, that's it. We're toast.

It's stupid for us both to die.

- I'm gonna give you a chance.

- What are you talking about?

Ssh!

Earn this. Huh'?

- Come on.

- When the moment is right,

you grab your bike and go!

Who wants a piece of this'?

Wooah! Woah!

Wooooh!

Wooh-hoo!

Why are you hitting yourself?

Why are you hitting yourself?

Why are you hitting yourself?

Here, guys. I'm right here.

Come on, you guys, get over here.

Come on, you guys. I'm just right here.

Hey!

Wooah!

Aah!

That was awesome! You were awesome!

I feel so alive!

- Tell me you have your keys.

- Yes!

Woooh!

You saved me, Ryan! You effing saved me!

I think we can be pretty sure

that you like me.

Good, God! Do you live in here'?

No!

Not any more.

Maybe there's something more

about this on the radio.

Don't you ever touch a black man's radio!

It's Chris Tucker, Rush Hour.

Radio's busted. Tape player works, though.

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