The Zero Years Page #3

They were never there.

Tell her that! They weren't!

And, the kiddies with

the white coats?

Black coats. No! Yes!

They're gone too.

They weren't ever...

they don't exist.

All right.

I see here that this was

a bad week.

What do you care? Either way

you'll get your money.

Things aren't that simple. This

Christina, what's her problem?

The records show she hasn't

done a job alone in 5 months.

She's teamed up with the

blonde. They did it once...

and clients want them

together ever since.

- The new one is here too.

- She's not that new.

Her papers say she's out

in two weeks.

This is yours.

Is there something wrong?

What could be wrong?

I'll call the blonde now,

right?

She always does that.

She either throws them in

the food or the toilet bowl.

They stink.

She's waiting.

Go without the costume;

she doesn't have much time.

At least the gloves.

- Which slut did this?

- What happened?

The crazy b*tch drew a

mustache on my icon.

What did you do to my icon,

you freak?

What are you talking about?

You're gonna lick it clean

before I back, you dirty b*tch.

Excuse me.

What?

No, please I won't do it again.

Please, not an egg.

She did it herself, to frame

me. Say something! Please.

- Your turn.

- Why me?

Because when I'm away,

you'll do it.

Yeah, I'm leaving

in a few days.

Fine, you're leaving but

until your paper comes...

She's right, let's see

your paper come first...

Give me the egg.

I think she likes it.

Right, it's disgusting.

Do the nipples.

The nipples!

And the mouth! The mouth...

This is fun.

Customer, I'm going

downstairs.

It could be the mailman...

for me...

Might as well forget

your God down here.

God is me, and this.

Got it, pig?

I'm gonna put you in my

infected juices.

All that will be left

will be your crust...

and the ashes from

your bones.

You like it, worm?

What's this? Empty cocoons

are all you produce.

You dress them in little white

coats and little black coats.

You won't make it out

of here alive.

Suck on this now. You'll

become a cocoon of dust again.

Come on, don't play dead.

You're alive!

Wake up you pig!

Easy now! Easy.

What have you done, you nut?

You slaughtered the man.

It's our job and we do it well.

Let go!

He sh*t on himself...

He stinks.

Drag him out.

Leave him on the sidewalk.

Take all his money...

- How much?

- All of it.

All of it...

What if he goes

to the police?

Not a chance. He'll be back

next week begging us.

- Throw him out.

- Yeah...

- It's just that I can't do it.

- Why?

Because it seems to me

that this man is dead.

- What did you just do?

- I changed the color.

Now me?

Press the button.

- Time's up.

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