Pork Pie Page #6

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I think I need a coffee,

um, or maybe just like

a blue powerade or something.

Watch out!

Just trying to get my seat belt on.

Oh, that's me. I'll get it.

Luke!

You'll lose your license!

Hey, Noah.

Bro, so I heard about the wedding.

Well done.

That was an impressive balls-up,

even by your high standards.

You know, you could have told me

that she was dating an ubermensch.

What are you talking about?

The blonde guy

in the fruity suit, man.

Oh, ok. No, that would've been Hugo,

Nick's brother. He's gay.

She's dating a gay guy? What

the f***? How's that gonna work?

No, you dick, not dating him.

Hugo was Suzie's support person

at the wedding.

- Ah!

- Oh!

She's still cut up

about it all, mate.

- Argh!

- Where the hell are you, anyway?

- What are those sirens?

- Um, that's just movies.

- You know, it's a car chase.

- Let me out!

How do you even know all this?

Mrs d rang me.

And, sh*t, bro, you're bloody lucky

she's deleted your number

'cause the old girl let rip,

and now I'm to tell you to

stay away from her daughter.

No!

No!

I know, bro,

but I warned you not to go, ok?

She flew down south

to Mrs D's this morning,

and then she's taken

some flash job.

Oh... Sh*t!

Yeah, afraid so.

- Just let it go, dude.

- Right here!

Hey, the background noise

is killing me, mate.

Call me back

after you finish watching

that shitty Michael bay flick

or whatever it is.

Whoa! Whoa!

Oh, my god!

- Wanker!

- Luke, slow down!

Ooh!

Oh, bro, can you speed that VOM up?

We have a situation here.

Oh!

- Really? Ohh.

- Oh, man.

Here they are!

Freedom of sheep!

Ban live exports!

Sh*t, what are you doing?

We're meant to join them.

- Hugo's gay.

- Luke, stop!

What are you doing?

I am such a f***-up!

Oi! Luke!

Jon! Make him stop!

What the f*** are you doing?!

Police. Alright?

Sh*t!

- It's a dead end.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- No, it can't end like this.

- Yes, it can.

Police coming through.

- Excuse me.

- Move! Get out of the way!

Get out.

Come on, Jon.

What? What are you...?

Wait. Stop. Stop.

Stop the oar. Luke. Luke!

- Oh, genius.

- Luke, what are you doing?

(He)', guys! Guys, here!

- Open the door!

- What?

Open the door more!

Oh, no, no, no, no. Not the oar.

- Open the door!

- Luke!

No! Oh, no, no, no, no!

Not the car! F***! Sh*t!

We made it!

Whoo! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Bro, where's this thing headed?

I don't know, man, but you've

got balls for brains, bro!

- That was awesome!

- I'm a genius!

You're a maniac.

Get the f*** away from me!

What did you do?

She's pretty upset, man.

Hey. You ok?

He nearly killed us, Jon.

Who the hell is he

trying to impress?

I mean... I could hazard a guess.

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