Pixies Page #3

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- He's...

- In love.

- Isn't that how you look at Daisy?

- No! I don't!

You do! You so do.

Okay, dead wings for both of you.

This sculpture is incredible.

You're very talented.

Well, thank you, thank you very much.

World traveler, masterful artist,

Elvis impersonator...

and a looker to boot.

You probably'd say that to all the people

who physically assault you.

No, I'm serious.

Uh, hey, Dad, no, I... I had another...

Yeah, yeah, I know, but I...

I'll be right there.

Hear anything?

I can't hear a thing

but my conscience crying.

- What?

- I mean, maybe we should take a break.

And get lectured by your dad? No, thanks!

I could go for some eats.

There's a Mexican skip around here.

It's supposed to be muy deliciosa!

Is that on your Wing Watchers

approved diet?

No, but in the city,

no one can hear me eating burritos.

It's actually your silent ones

that are the problem.

You are so dead!

I'd rather take my dad's lecture.

- Listen, I'm running late for work.

- Oh, my gosh, I'm sorry to have kept you.

No, no, the pleasure is all mine.

I, uh... I was wondering...

If I treat you to an apology dinner

for smashing your face?

Uh, yeah? Yeah.

- Sure.

- For real?

- My name is Michelle.

- Joe.

- Nice to have my face smashed by you.

- Pleasure was all mine.

This is the part

where you ask for my number.

I'm... I'm not very good at this, am I?

No, Joe, you're not.

Max, did you just power bomb Twitch?

Yo quiero nacho libre!

El Supremo Maximo!

Oh, yeah!

Who da' man? You da' man.

Whoa, that's a lady. You da' lady, man.

Sammy, our mark is leaving.

Guys! Come on!

Let's give it a rest for a bit.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

She likes me! She really likes me.

Hey, Dad, I'm gonna be a little late.

You guys are impossible.

Hey! Today ruled!

Michelle's the greatest thing

I've ever seen.

Doo, doo, doo, dah, doo...

Hm?

Hm.

Stupid toothpaste lid.

Give me that!

All right, so life's not perfect.

I did get to meet the girl of my dreams.

Tomorrow, it will be better.

Wish tomorrow could be better

for me, too, big guy.

Sammy, what's the matter?

I'm not feeling it. This isn't fun.

You're avenging your brother.

The fun part is just... fun.

Sam!

Let him go!

He has to figure this out by himself.

- How's he doing?

- He's doing much better, Samuel.

Sam? Sam!

I haven't seen you in forever.

How are you?

I'm great. You look... stunning.

Why thank you, fair prince.

I've missed... well,

I've missed being here.

I've missed you, too.

Sam, you've just missed

the craziest thing.

It was insane!

Pixie Tom, you know, the slug farmer?

Was flipping his lid!

I opened up the gate,

and it's like, Slug-apalooza!

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