Zombie Strippers! Page #5

And soon, lots of nice boys

throwing money at us.

So that is why I say

not-so-dead nice boy in head form...

...maybe not so much problem.

His head easy to--

How you say?

--brush under carpet.

Head?

I see no head.

What head?

-You see head?

-Me?

Severed zombie head? Please.

This makes so much more sense now.

Good. All here.

What the f*** was that out there?

Yeah, she was amazing.

-What?

-Girls, we talk.

In the old country...

...I strip to buy bread and borsch.

And vodka.

Hey, Lilith, you wake up.

I talk to you.

Oh, my God.

She's dead.

No, I'm not.

Figures. Go ahead, kiss her ass.

You have the personality of clay.

Spineless jellyfish.

Kat says jump and you grovel,

begging her to tell you how high.

Yeah. When she says "zombie,"

you say, "how dead?"

You're surprised?

Actually, there's more.

Kat eat nice boy.

But leftovers still alive.

-Cool.

-How's it feel?

Death.

It's like snow and the stars.

That's pretty.

I remember once lying in the snow

under a clear blanket of stars.

And there were so many stars.

I couldn't comprehend

what it was like...

...that vast and noble void.

But now...

...I understand it.

I feel I'm a part of it.

That infinite nothingness.

I wanna strip. Who's on?

F*** it, I'm gonna dance.

Death is good.

Okay.

It looks like war has been declared.

Give it up for Jeannie.

The dance of the bruised ego.

Get off!

-Go away.

-Come on, you're trash.

-You're done, b*tch.

-Bring us Lilith!

-You suck!

-Lilith!

You.

Oh, baby, you are morbid.

I love your tongue.

Oh, wow, this is so f***ing cool.

I love your tongue.

This is starting to creep me out.

Come on. Come on.

Okay, not too bad.

Just back away slowly.

These things don't move so well.

Oh, really?

You seen those putas dance?

They move pretty good to me, all right.

What are you staring at, dog?

You know me?

You look at me like you know me.

I'm from East Lo. I'm crazy.

Bite me, man.

Hey. Hey, come on. Basement,

basement. Take it to the basement.

In the cage. In another cage.

Get in there, fella.

Yeah. Yeah, that should hold him.

Well, I think the spillover

zombie problem's been solved.

-Where are they?

-ln there.

Good, good. Okay, quick,

everybody out, everybody out.

Come on, come on. Get out, out, out.

Home. Piss off.

Come on, get out of here.

Make like a tree

and get the f*** out of here.

Beauty.

Yeah, baby.

Those graveless gutter sluts

are gonna make us a mint, bro.

Now, you know,

the law of the universe dictates...

...that the whole thing

could turn into a world of sh*t.

Well, hey...

...it's me.

Yeah.

That's what worries me.

Who's there?

Are you following me?

What? No. I was-- I was just--

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