Skid Marks Page #2

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Rich! Rich!

You just be lucky we be come by here.

Hello?

Rich, he's stealing the patient!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

That's our 150 bucks!

Oh

my--!

Come on now!

Got your patient, b*tches!

Woo-hoo!

( pizza boy )

Guys, come back!

I have a yeast infection!

Oh God, there's poop on my leg!

( tires screeching )

( man on loudspeaker )

We're almost to hound, someone call an ambulance!

Faster!

God dammit, those BALS are fast!

Oh, we're gonna bring the pain!

( Rich )

Hey, Neil and Bob, riddle me this?

Ooh, I love riddles.

What's the past tense of "sh*t"?

What is it, "shat"?

Go, go, go, go!

Merry Christmas!

( all laughing )

Throw this!

I got pooie on me!

Throw it!

Isn't a horse tranquilizer dangerous?

Neil, throw it!

Ah!

Oh, oh, oh!

Nice shot!

Ew, you're pooie.

( One-Foot )

What the--! What--!

What the hell is that?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, new driver, new driver!

Don't throw me on the wheel!

Neil, get it off your f***ing face!

Get if off!

Jacques, what are you doing? Voila!

This is how you get

things done in my country.

Watch out for your shoes!

Jacques, Jacques! What are you doing?!

Medical assistance! Oh!

What the hell is that?

( siren blaring )

Wake him up! wake him up!

Please, Rich, wake him up,

I'm gonna kill this guy!

Move, get off the road!

Rich, come on, he's coming!

I demand that you stop this ambulance!

You look healthy to me, man.

French, but healthy.

Bite harder!

Oh my God! Brakes, brakes!

Uh...

Oh, Jacques!

( Rich )

Gas, on the gas!

( woman )

Why are you in this trash dump, why?

( man )

Congratulations, carrot queens.

You managed to strike a new low

in the annals of emergency

medical care history.

Due to budget cuts and

your flaccid performance,

this city is cutting back

to only one-- count

it, one-- EMT unit.

What?

He said they're cutting

back to one EMT unit.

Oh!

Wait, so it's

either us or--

The DIC unit.

The EMT unit with the

most patient transports

wins a shiny Cadillac El

Dorado with white walls.

Seeing as the DIC unit is

based out of the hospital,

we'd have to, like,

double our patient load,

which seems like some type of work.

I didn't take this job to work.

May I suggest that you pack

up your little clown car

and drive your lazy ass back

to the chocolate factory!

Oh, Sarge, don't worry.

One-Foot's all good.

It's just his little lungs are

so close to that little brain,

he just fires that

oxygen right up in there,

messes him up a little.

Look, we may not be great at what we do,

but we are almost average.

Right, guys?

( T-Bone snoring )

Christ, Bones!

You're on desk duty for

falling asleep at the wheel.

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