Pig Hunt Page #2

you ever heard of around here?

Well, they say the Ripper

weighs 3,000 pounds.

Bullshit.

Yeah? Who killed him?

Nobody.

He's still out there.

[Rap Continues]

[Rattling, Hissing]

- Kill it.

- [Chuckles] Bloodthirsty.

- Just kill the f***in' thing.

- Relax.

Go on, little guy.

Not there.

What the f***?

Nice shot, Robin Hood.

I want the rattle.

You hunters have no respect.

You see this Gurkha blade?

It can cut through a llama's head

with one whack.

But it's never drawn

without tastin' blood.

Same with this gun.

[Scoffs]

Take a bath, hippie.

You have a nice visit

in these parts,

Negro.

[Squeaking]

What are you waiting for, Ben?

[Engine Starts]

I can't believe you pulled

the magnum out on that freak.

What if he calls the police?

Threatening us with a machete?

Did you see that dirt-head cut himself?

Yeah, and I saw "Kid Crossbow"

kill that snake. Thwack!

- What if he follows us, John?

- I hope he does.

I'll take his head home

as a trophy.

He's not following us.

All right? No cops are gonna come.

Sh*t like this happens here

all the time.

Ben, put that f***ing gun away

before it goes off.

[Gunshots]

I should have stayed in the city.

I'm with Brooks.

Pull up your panty hose, Q-nut.

There's no turnin' back.

[Man On Stereo]

Don't be scared

[Wind Whistling]

[Pig Grunting]

[Stereo:
Rock]

Why don't we

switch spots?

[Man Singing,

Indistinct]

[Brooks Grunts]

Now you're supposed

to stick it 'tween her garter, Q-tip.

Uhh! How much farther?

There's the map.

- I think we're up near her left nipple.

- No, actually, we're, uh...

we're down near her pubes.

You know, there's a reason you guys

don't have girlfriends.

[Sniffs]

[Funky Rock Beat]

[Barking]

We can drop you and Brooks off here

if you don't wanna hunt.

[Man] Damn, that's some

shitty wine

It tastes like gutter

and beaver brine

But if you fill my glass

another time

We could ask them

for directions.

I'm sure it'll taste

just fine

Damn, that's some

chewy beef

Gristle gum beyond belief

But roll 'em out

another "spleef"

And I'm sure it'll begin

to taste just fine

I'm sure it'll taste

just fine

I know where we are now.

[Pig Grunting]

- [John] I wonder who got those pigs.

- Big Bad Wolf.

"Death walks on all fours. "

[Blade Clatters On Floor]

- Your uncle was quite a hunter.

- Some of these are mine.

- That was a long time ago.

- [Man Screams]

You f***in' p*ssy!

That's a possum.

I thought it was a rat.

Good boar, R.D.

This is great.

You should have

stewed up that possum.

Then we could have

invited John's neighbors.

Do you think they did that

to your uncle's place?

Wasn't them. What happened

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