RRRrrrr!!! Page #5

Dead.

Anything else?

Yes. I saW a man running aWay.

- Which Way?|- From behind.

Let's pick up|all the guys With behinds.

Back up. Face the Wall.

Remember my shampoo.

Don't Worry, doll-face,|I'll give you What you Want.

You're going to see|some possible suspects.

Hold this for me, I'm a Witness.

- It's getting all dark!|- Not yet.

What if the crimer recognizes me?

We've thought of that.

You'll see them|from behind this one-Way rock.

Who turned that guy around?

Scram, you're innocent.

You knoW my Wife?

Beautiful, isn't she?

Well, do you recognize him?

All these rocks look alike.

- Shall We move it?|- No, he mustn't see me.

HoW about a fake beard?

Beards don't suit me.

Shift the one-Way rock.

Don't scratch the ground, dear!

- Well?|- HoW can I recognize their behinds?

It'll be tougher than I thought.|Thanks anyway.

- If you leave the tribe, tell us.|- Of course.

If you need anything,|even just a drink,

- drop by my cave.|- You knoW We Won't.

- Too busy?|- Too choosy.

My duckymoth!

That Woman scarifies me.

You knoW We hang out?

KnoW What I'm thinking?

We used to Walk on four feet,|noW We Walk on tWo feet.

Maybe soon We'll Walk on no feet.

This one here.

This one's good...

Not bad.

Excellent!

- Got it in beige?|- In beige?

Did a seamstress|buy a club recently?

Going my Way?

HoW about this one?

You recognize the Watcher|because he has a torch.

NoW We have a job, We need|something to be recognized by.

- You're right.|- A torch!

These!

What Was it I Wanted to say?|Yes. Let's recap.

- What do We knoW so far?|- HoW to make fire.

We're pretty good|at inventing tools.

True, too.

- Dung!|- She's just having fun!

About the crime...

The victim Was disemboWelled.

Fine.

But Why take his guts?

To make guitar strings.

We're all on edge.

It's interesting.|Go on. Guitar strings and...

So a guitarist did it.

A seamstress seWed them up.

A guitarist-seamstress.

Not bad!

You're smart, Guy.

- You're amazing.|- Wait till you see me pee standing up.

Find me the guitarist-seamstress|Who did it.

I Was kidding. Where do We|find a guitarist-seamstress?

The Strum'n'Stitch School.

Hem in F sharp again.

C major. Embroidery! F sharp.

She stays here.

Yes, it could be dangerous.

If I don't come back,|you can have custody of the kids.

- We have none.|- More free time for you, then.

Cross-stitch.

Semiquaver.

We're investigating

the double crime|With more than one victim.

Don't mind us.

Guitar-stitching is like milk-carving.|Keep it natural!

Try to mind us a bit.

Start again.

Embroidery:
C major.

F sharp:
cross-stitch.

- Look at her.|- Who?

The middle one.

So?

I don't trust her.

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