Six-String Samurai Page #3

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How much... further...?

Hey ! Four eyes !

I don't have a family...

This is it !

Hey ! Turn around !

You're a coward !

I gotta get a new gig.

Let somebody else be king.

You can still be a good king.

The '56 Chevy Bel Air can kick

a '47 Buick Roadmaster's ass any day,

at least on the

first quarter mile that is...

You come all this

way without saying squat,

and now you're

trying to tell me a '56 Chevy

can beat a '47 Buick

in a dead quarter mile ?

I liked you better when

you weren't saying squat, kid.

Go to bed.

Buddy...

What ?

I'm afraid of

that Spinach Monster thing.

Hollow body, six-string...

I know that sound.

Good shooting, boys.

Who are you ?

Death.

Cool... you here for me ?

You and every other rock'n'roller

out to claim my throne.

Give me the guitar

and Ill let the child go.

I hope you guys can play...

Stop him !

Swell...

Spinach monster !

Hit it !

Plenty of others left to kill...

Another one for the Arena...

Welcome to hell, boy !

Tag !

You're it !

How do you like hell ?

Loser !

I hate kids !

I really hate kids.

Put 'em up !

Loser !

Who do you think

you are, a windmill ?

Just clock the creep.

Get up !

Hit me !

I dare you to hit me !

Come on !

Child!

You are the victor!

You have been chosen

by the windmill god !

And now you will

be sacrificed to him !

If I were you, I'd run...

If you were me,

you'd be good looking.

That's not nice... Get him !

Oh goody, another sacrifice!

Bow down before the

great and powerful windmill god.

What, you're expecting

someone bigger ?

Hurry it up, I'm hungry.

Yes oh mighty windmill god!

Bring in the other one,

I'm still hungry!

Swell...

Well I'll be...

Looks like I'm gonna

make my gig in Vegas after all !

Caller 22, you're on the air

with the Werewolf.

Hey, Wolfie ! I can't

believe I got through !

I never call these shows.

Well you only have to get

picked by the Wolf once, baby,

then you're hooked for life !

Yesterday, I was out cruising,

these ruskie cats stopped

my ride, and asked to see my papers,

and made me sing

the ruskie national anthem !

By the way,

I think the King should--

Yah baby, this one's going

out to all you freedom fighters

holding back the red plague on the

rock'n'roller's frontline to Vegas !

Keep the faith, baby,

we're waiting for The King.

Don't let us down, you King !

Here we go again !

I'll handle this.

How much further to Vegas, comrade ?

No one goes to

Lost Vegas without papers.

No one, four eyes !

Okay...

Comrads !

So this isn't going to be

as easy as I thought.

We'd skin you alive

for a six-pack, Americanski.

This is my road,

you are in Soviet territory

No one goes through. No one !

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