Wolves Page #2

- Why wouldn't you?

- Because they're the most vicious,

secretive pack

on God's green Earth, boy.

How do you think I got so pretty?

Sh*t! Shot my mouth off too much already.

Sayonara.

- Wait, Joe, you know where they are,

you have to tell me how to find them.

- Get your hands off me, boy.

I don't have to tell you sh*t.

You're not my responsibility, kid.

- I don't know anything about what I am!

- Figure it out yourself!

I have no idea!

Joe, nothing.

- I'll show you the way.

It never came from me.

Do you understand?

- Yeah, yeah, you got it.

I promise you.

- Hear me now, boy.

You ain't gonna like what you find.

- Hey, what's going on over there?

- Nothing, we're just...

Sh*t!

- Just keep it down, kid.

Oh bad dog

You're such a bad dog

- What can I get you, hon?

- A beer, I guess.

- You just roll into town?

- Yep.

- What for?

- I'm sorry?

- We don't get many tourists,

being up here in the hills and all.

- It's too bad.

Seems like a nice town.

- Sure does.

- Oh, hey, do you know

if there's any work around here?

- Nope.

- You are new here.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

I mean, right?

So, you want to dance?

- I'm not really much of a dancer.

- Come on. Any one of these guys

would love to dance with me.

- I'm sure they would.

That means you'll never be lonely.

- Ugh! Fag.

- Thanks. That's great.

- What's your name?

- Me? My name?

- I'm sorry. Did I stump you?

- No, no. It's, uh...

It's, uh...

Danny.

Daniel.

- Why'd you come here,

Danny, Daniel?

- What? What do you mean?

- I mean, to a bar, alone, at night.

Even the sluttiest girl in town

can't get you to dance.

- What's your name?

- It's, uh...

- Oh, I'm sorry, did I stump you?

Hey...

- Hey, you were hassling my girl.

- I don't know, man.

Who's your girl?

- Her.

She said you grabbed her ass.

Well, she made a mistake.

- Oh, I see.

So she's a liar, with one sweet,

squeezable ass, right?

- Relax, friend, it didn't happen.

- I ain't your friend, dick.

- Hey! Cut it out, Deke!

- Mind your business, Angel.

- This bar is my business.

You wanna get kicked out?

- You can't kick us all out, Angel.

- Okay, look, I'm leaving, alright?

- You're f***ing right you are...

...buttercup.

Come on!

I gotta piss.

Hey

- Hey. It's New-Boy Ass-Handler.

- I want to ask you something.

- That's great because I want

to ask you something, too.

Ever think you'd die by teeth?

- Dude, shut the f*** up.

Where did you get this pathetic

half-assed power of yours, huh?

Who gave it to you?

Sh*t.

Hey, kid.

I hear you say

that you were looking for work?

- I don't know. Did you?

- Yep-

Danny, I'd like you to meet my wife, Clara.

- Welcome, Danny.

It's a pleasure.

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