Slim Susie Page #3

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She'd bring a pillow. I never touched

her, not someone's little sister.

I swear.

Haven't seen her for a while.

- She's disappeared.

- Well, that explains it.

What was she like

last time you sawher?

- Drunk and unhappy.

- Why?

- Too much to drink, I guess.

- Cut it out! I'm worried!

Why was she unhappy?

It happened at the

opening of the sports hall.

The Chimp from

Electric Banana Band was there.

After the opening he split,

and left her alone.

Screwed up with love

and memories.

For a while she thought was

pregnant by him, but she wasn't.

It was probably just the pizza.

Sandra, if anything happens to me,

look in the drain pipes.

Why didn't she tell me?

Yeah, why didn't she? What a crappy

sister. Siblings stay in touch.

I've got something to comfort us.

Vino Shito, right from hell.

It's orange flavored.

- I have a sieve... Ah, screwit.

- Who uses this?

You can add other stuff for flavor,

pizza crust, pepperoni...

- None for me.

- You drain the bacteria culture...

- Why'd you tell that? Makes me sick.

- It's important.

You need all the details

to know I'm innocent.

If you're lying,

I will be sorely vexed.

When I get sorely vexed,

I get really mean.

- You're lying!

- No.

- It's true.

- Good.

Go on.

Settle down! I've got

something awesome to show you.

- We'II take the Humpmobile.

- I'm goingto the cops.

- My awesome thing first.

- Does no one care that she's gone?

First the awesome thing.

Then we care.

- But you've been drinking.

- Let's go.

I can bullshit the cops,

or anyone else.

Yeah, I can. - Get in.

It feels kinda American now.

They call it Little Chicago.

Or Very Little Chicago.

I don'tremember.

Here's something mega-awesome.

Something to survive crappy days.

Check it out. A video store.

Awesome.

Gerd! Get out here.

Look who I found.

You're back.

Didn't do well in Stockholm?

- I did great, but Susie's gone.

- No wonder, with her lifestyle.

- What kind of "lifestyle"?

- Ignore her.

She's annoyed, 'cause

she got arrested for assault.

Check this.

A movie about me, "Grits Nr. 1".

I'm working on the sequel.

Few get to star in their own movie

without screwing someone.

There's a powerful scene where

I almost die, choking on dinner.

- Real scary. Rent it.

- Well, that does sound interesting.

Hard f***ing work, too.

You don't just shoot.

Everything has to be right.

Light, sound...

Action. Shut up. Damn...

Answer it!

It's that damned German again.

He's stalking me.

Hey! There's an

awesome scene where...

Closed.

For emergencies, call the police.

You need a ride somewhere?

F***.

I knew where Billy Davidson lived.

He might still have

my souped-up moped.

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