Walter Page #2

with butter

and bathroom doorknob

feces on their hands.

I'll get the thermometer.

Heaven, heaven.

Listen, man, I don't

know what's wrong...

Hell.

But I need it today,

not tomorrow.

Heaven. Heaven.

Heav...

Heaven.

Heav...

Hell. Heaven.

Theatre 3 to your left. Heaven.

Theatre 2 to your right.

Polo heaven, tank-top hell.

Anybody say he'd be your

Prince Charming?

Do you think or you just

completely...

Uhh, Theatre 4 right...

uhh, to your right. Hell.

Hello?

Come on, man, I'll miss my movie.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Where are you going, ticket guy?

Just make the judgement, kid.

This is not...

Yes or no,

up or down, heaven or hell,

I really don't care,

but I can't be here any longer.

You're not...

you're not even...

I know who you are.

This isn't...

This isn't...

Do your job.

- I can't get a reading...

- Can I get a new ticket guy?

Mine's broken.

Do... your... job.

Must be nice.

If I had a direct line like you,

I wouldn't have to do this.

Do what? Who are you?

I'm Greg.

Greg?

Yeah. Gregory Douglas Tomlinson,

if that helps with

the paperwork.

How do you...

Hmm? How do I what?

Know who I am. No one knows.

No one living, at least.

Boo.

It's a stupid joke.

It's... I just...

I've been waiting a long time

to try that out, so...

You're dead.

My lack of colour give me away?

That's why I couldn't

get a read.

So what's the plan?

How did you find me?

I'm dead, Walter.

I'm dead and I'm talking to you.

I judge the living.

You judge everyone.

Everyone living!

So I'm...

I'm stuck here like this?

I don't know! I... I don't...

Well, I can't!

Living, dead,

what's the difference?

I told you, I can't

get a read...

A read, a read, right, whatever.

Uhh, make a guess.

I honestly don't care

where you send me,

just get me outta here.

Flip a goddamn coin!

It doesn't work that way.

Why not?

Because I have to know.

Who cares?

He does.

I have to be right,

that's how it works.

And how does that happen

with normal people

who aren't, you know, dead?

I just see them and I know.

You do all this

on a f***in' hunch?

I wouldn't expect you to

understand how I work.

There's certain... mysteries

that can't be explained.

Mysterious ways, right.

Godspeak for bullshit.

Can't feel anything.

You have any idea

what that's like?

I'm sorry, but I...

I still can't help you.

What's the harm

in trying, Walter?

I have work to do,

and anything that keeps me

from doing that work

is harmful, so please...

Go away.

Okay, I know I promised

not to talk about it...

I'm fine.

You don't look fine.

I told you we're

not talking about it.

Well, you have kind of

a plague-y look.

Plague-y?

Well, a pre-plague-y look,

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