R.I.P.D. Page #5

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Card!

"The car is a lime-green Scion.

The season is the solstice.

"The dish is

chicken tikka masala. "

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes, it is!

The dish is chicken tikka!

The dish is chicken tikka!

Oh, yeah,

that's a Deado.

Big old mouth coming in.

Feller was

a snitch in life.

See, Nick?

Like that. Metaphorical.

For some reason, Indian

food seems to do the trick.

Maybe it's the cumin.

You can bag this one.

My treat.

No. I'm not

going near that.

Where's that

15 years now, frosty?

You gotta get comfortable with the

visuals and the smell profile.

All right.

Go on!

Spread 'em.

Come on, let's go.

Hurry up, let's

get this over with.

Once they pop,

they know it's over.

Right, pal?

Put all your hands

behind your back.

Stupid space cuffs.

Hey!

No!

You want it?

Ah!

You got it!

Nick! Grab him!

Get the rest of him!

Contain!

Holy sh*t.

Giddyup, pony!

Whoa! No, no!

Relax your body!

What?

Relax body!

Give me a reason.

Doesn't have to be

a good one.

Actually, doesn't

even have to make sense.

Fun, right?

You might have noticed

we're pretty durable.

It still hurts.

That's why

rook's the bottom.

Bottom.

Bottom!

Okay-

Iguessthafs

emotionally understandable.

You're really gonna

rummage through that?

Brief after-action report.

Now, you were below

average in the room,

but you did respond well to my

steering during the airborne portion.

Your internal organs provided

me a very soft landing.

You have a very

impressive crumple zone.

With the exception

of letting yourself

get attached

directly to the beastie...

Stop talking.

...you were solid.

C- plus.

Stop talking.

Just doing my job.

Stop it. Stop talking!

You're the one

who's talking.

You ran your mouth

at my funeral.

You ran your mouth when you

pushed me out of a building,

and used my body

as a cushion.

You've run your mouth non-stop

since the minute we met!

I think I know

what's going on here.

No,no,no!Shut up! You

shut up and let me deal.

All right, you deal.

Deal with the upchuck.

Come to think of it,

with all this tantrumery,

I'm beginning to think that I might

have been a little too generous

with the "plus" on that C.

I mightjust have

to lower your grade.

Relax body.

My hat!

My hat!

My hat!

New grade. F!

The bus, I can forgive.

My hat? I can't even

talk about that now.

Let's go, go, go!

Time is a factor. Let's go.

What the hell is this?

A fire drill?

Ineverseenit

this busy.

Seems like every Deado

moved to Boston last week.

What did I say?

Get back out there.

No breaks for anyone until

this surge is under control.

If I didn't need you

back on the streets...

What? You'd have my ass?

Don't be a clich.

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