Weird Science Page #3

Party's over.

Party's over,

says the girl.

Here's money for you...

$50 for you,

$50 for you.

I'll bet $5 that boy won't

make it through the club.

Woo, baby

You know I love you

I really shouldn't

be driving.

Listen,

I appreciate it.

I don't feel

like driving.

Okay, forget it.

I'll drive.

Give me the keys!

Will he

be all right?

I warned him about

that blind dog bourbon.

He don't have

a license.

I don't even have

a learner's permit.

Hey, let's scout

another party, man.

What will you

tell Chet about me?

Nothing.

Nothing?

That's not very

realistic, Wyatt.

I'm just trying to

concentrate on the road.

Concentrate harder.

You're running

a red light.

Oh, sh*t!

I hate that stuff!

I never listen to it!

I hate this car!

Are you okay?

My nuts

are halfway up my ass.

Other than that,

I'm perfect.

Think of what

you'll do about Chet.

He's one serious idiot.

You're stewed, butt-wad!

Who, me?

Know what time it is?

Uh, 2:
00?

Time to pay the fiddler.

I was kind of

counting on you

to be human about this.

Here's the

bottom line, Wyatt.

I'm telling Mom and Dad

everything.

And I'm even considering

making up some sh*t.

All right, Chet.

Name your price.

$175 and zero cents,

cash...

New bills,

crisp and clean,

in my wallet by 7 A.M.

Thank you.

Hey, what are

big brothers for?

See you upstairs.

How to be jilted.

Pllllttt.

Shh.

The boozehounds return.

What a joke!

Hi, girls.

Feeling kind of queasy?

How about a nice

greasy pork sandwich

served in

a dirty ashtray?

He pukes, you die.

He's not laughing

at you, Chet.

Yes, I am.

Did you tell Chet about

the woman we made tonight?

He's drunk.

No sh*t.

No sh*t, Chet.

You donkey d*cks couldn't

get laid in a morgue.

You're absolutely right.

You're absolutely

right, Chet.

Hey, Gary.

What?

Ha ha ha ha!

He's an a**hole.

Look at his haircut.

Anybody with

a haircut like that

is an a**hole.

Psst. Lisa.

Where are you?

I'm right behind you.

Surprise!

I won't hurt you.

Your lips feel like

rigor mortis has set in.

Relax a little bit.

I wasn't expecting you

to kiss me.

I mean, I was just...

I was... uh...

Oh

That was better.

Want to try it again?

If you don't mind.

I mean,

yes, please, ma'am.

Oh oh oh oh

Oh

Mmph!

You sure

you're only 15?

I'll be 16 in June.

You made me.

You control me.

What are you

thinking about, huh?

Um...

women's gymnastics.

Well, I don't know.

I'll do my best.

Good.

Oh.

Wyatt, Wyatt,

Wyatt, where are you?

I'm right here, Gary.

What happened?

I don't know.

I think

it was a dream.

What?

Everything...

Last night, Lisa.

It had to be a dream.

We were both in it.

Two people can't have

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