Return of the Living Dead: Rave to the Grave Page #4

Oh, yeah, one more thing...

Only take one hit at a time.

I don't want any of you lightweights

ending up in a hospital.

It's bad for business.

Have a nice trip.

Hey, what are you doing?

Didn't you just hear what he said?

He's a drug dealer. If he was so smart,

he'd be in another business.

It's still connected.

Cody!

Give it to me,

give it to me...

Give it to me,

give it to me...

- Cody!

- Give it to me!

What are you doing?

I just figured at some point

that the army or someone

will come in

and take this thing back.

I mean, you guys heard Jeremy.

This is good stuff.

I mean, why not cash in while we can?

I mean, and spread the joy.

That type of thing, you know?

I'm going to kill you.

We don't even know what

this thing is, dipshit.

Come on, Julian, you saw Jeremy.

I mean, he was rolling for

a few minutes, then he was totally fine.

Hey, man, this stuff is absolutely harmless.

Cody, disconnect the canister, now.

I'm taking it back to my house.

Hey, you guys, feel anything yet?

No.

You don't think that greasebag

ripped us off, do you?

He better not have because

I swear to God, I will...

What? You're going

to fart on him?

You guys all right?

Well, what's wrong?

Should I call for help?

Should I bring you something?

Brains!

- Brains.

- Brains.

- Brains.

- Brains.

I can't believe you, man.

Is this all of them?

That better be everything.

It's everything, man,

I pro--I promise.

All right, let's load it up.

Let's get it out of here.

God, I can't believe them.

All I wanted to do was figure out what this is

so we could go to the press.

Why don't we take it

to the genetics lab,

maybe I can run

a few more tests.

You can keep it there until

you decide what to do with it.

Thanks.

Bye, guys. I'm going to go outside

and wait for Artie.

Bye, Beck, don't do anything

we wouldn't do.

Ha ha, that leaves me wide open.

Okay, bye.

Hey.

Chucky?

Hey, John. Hey, Tyler,

What are you guys doing?

- Brains.

- Brains.

Tell me something

I don't already know.

What are they doing?

I think they're hammered again.

Stupid skanks!

Stupid John scratched me.

Oh, no, no, no, not now.

Not now.

Come on, Chucky.

We're frat brothers.

We're supposed to share everything.

Especially when it comes

to internal organs.

400, 5, 6, 7, 8,

9, 10, 1 1 , 12, 13, 1 4.

- Here's your cut. 1 ,400 smackers.

- Yeah.

Woowee! Don't get

no better than this.

- You bet ya.

- All right.

Huh? Come here, babe.

All right.

Oh, no!

Brains! Brains!

Hey, man, you want

to jam with us?

Help me! Help me!

They're after me!

Who's after you, bro'?

Them!

Brains.

What is this stuff?

Yeah, what do you care?

It's not like we don't

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