War on Everyone Page #3

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and you're gonna help us.

What the f***?

Sh*t!

Cops.

Oh, sh*t! Hey, we are the cops!

Motherfuckers!

For a second, I forgot!

You see how I got all like, "F***!"

I know, but I was there, too.

I was like, "Where, where?"

If I don't help you, what, are you gonna

bust me for possession?

Educated man, Terry! This is...

F***! This is good coke.

There's a shitload more

where that came from.

Where did you guys get this?

We f***ed over a mime.

They're off and running!

Oh, Your Lordship.

She's a three-year-old.

Lovely little filly.

What's she like in the saddle?

I haven't ridden her yet. She's, uh...

She's a little...

Excuse me. One of my trainers.

Do keep me informed of any further

development, won't you?

Of course.

You know, I hate champagne.

Why do I drink it, then?

One of those unresolved mysteries of life.

How's my crew? Or, how are my crew?

Whichever is grammatically correct.

Well, sir,

the Webbs, um, are just checked in.

Mmm-hmm.

- Mmm-hmm.

- And the other thing?

The other thing.

As you can guess, I imagine,

Reynard wants more money.

Of course he does.

- What do you want me to do about him?

- Well...

I want you to pay him.

We'll get the money back.

I'm afraid I'll end up in jail first.

Oh, Russell.

Jail's not too bad.

You know what the worst thing about jail is?

No, Your Lordship, I do not.

The violent anal sex.

But do you know what the best thing

about jail is, Russell?

The violent anal sex?

You know, you're pretty quick

for an American.

Jimmy used to go out with this dancer,

Jacqueline Hollis.

Rumour is he's shacked up with her.

You have an address?

No, but I do know she works

at the, uh, this club, Knockouts. Yeah.

Of course, that means you two will

actually have to do, you know,

"Police work".

Now, don't be getting obstreperous

with me, motherf***er.

I'll knock your ass into Indochina.

Here we go.

What the f*** is that?

Cocksucking Cowboys.

Bollocks are still sore

and I didn't do anything to you.

Well, the world's full of injustice, pal.

Call Amnesty International

if you wanna do something about it.

Salud.

- Ah.

- Ah!

I thought you guys didn't drink.

- How do you mean?

- Muslims.

I'm a Five Percenter.

Mmm, OK.

Do you know what the f*** that means?

I know what that means.

Do you know this other douchebag?

What am I, Huggy Bear now?

Huggy Bear.

Mmm.

Those fellas in the car

with the white stripe.

Who took these? A f***ing epileptic?

No, Robert Mapplethorpe over here.

A little something was wrong with the, uh...

With the thing?

Yeah, with the thing.

Oh, yeah, the thing can be tricky.

Hey, motherf***er,

I could bust you right now for...

Hey! I got multiple sclerosis, OK?

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