A Boy and His Dog Page #3

I don't know.

I just know you stay away from them.

What?

'Cuz if one of them touches

you you're dead, green dead.

Dog:
3 of them, move.

Dog:
Come one.

Where are you?

Do:
By the boiler. The

insulation might help.

Where are we going,

Vic. Why is it? Why....

Shut up, and hang on to me.

Dog:
Hurry it up.

Dog:
Help me up there.

Dog:
Yes, this will do.

Dog:
Clumsy.

Dog:
I wonder how many

mattresses are in here.

Dog:
Screamers certainly

wouldn't want to be confined.

Dog:
Albert! Tell this to

keep it's hands to itself!

Dog:
Maybe somebody else hid in here.

Dog:
Get yer...

Dog:
Oh well, somewhat

of a weak call I bet.

Catch anything yet?

Dog:
Oh well, we're all right so far.

You be able to tell when they leave?

Dog:
Yes, I'll be able to tell.

Dog:
If they leave.

Just take it easy. Everything's

going to be all right.

That is, if we don't

get choked off in here.

Can you handle it?

Dog:
Oh yes, Massah

Vic, I can handle it.

Dog:
Ugh, breeding is an ugly thing.

..long enough for the final misses

to leave their silos on both sides

Let's see that was in 2006

Dog:
2007

Uhh...2007. It only lasted 5 days.

You're awfully smart to

know all that history..

Well Blood helps...a little.

Dog:
Humph.

Haven't you ever been down under?

Nope.

Why?

It's very nice.

I heard how nice.

From a solo who raided one.

Well it's very nice, and you'd like it.

Bullshit!

That's very crude.

I'm very crude.

Not all the time.

Listen, ass, I grabbed you

and brung you down here.

So what's so good about me?

I didn't mind. I liked it.

You want to do it again?

Well I've never seen no

chick like you before.

Hey, I'm the one who's

supposed to wanna....do it.

Dog:
Once more into

the breech dear friend.

Dog:
Copula something that connects,

copulate from the

Latin copulatus doing...

Honey, it's good to just watch you.

Your waist falls in.

your hips out, they

fit right in my hands.

Just want to talk.

Dog:
I'm not just going to keep

pretending I'm asleep, Albert.

Oh, boy, you're a bloody mess.

Dog:
Well you're not exactly

a rose garden yourself.

We'll get out of here, yet.

Dog:
Seems clear. I

better go have a look.

Think you, think you can

handle it in your condition?

Dog:
Can I handle in my condition,

humph. I can handle several

hours on the rack to extricate

myself from this disgusting display.

Blood!

Dog:
No sacrifice is too great...no, I

throw myself gladly into

the very jaws of death.

I don't think he likes me very much.

Blood?

Yeah.

Oh, he just feels bad.

He likes you a lot.

He told me so.

He did really?

Uh, huh.

That's nice, because I think he's cute.

How do you do it?

What?

Talk to him.

I don't know, I never thought about it.

Just talk.

Well, how come I can't hear him?

Uh, he said something one time.

He thought we had a feeling

for each other or something.

What do you mean, like love?

I guess.

I don't know.

He said we though alike.

Ha ha, I don't know.

Well, anyway...

We'll get a nice little place...

and, we'll spend a lot

of time together alone...

and do whatever we feel like doing.

and when Blood comes to visit

he can have his own room.

What are you talking about?

Well, I don't exactly think

he's going to fit in Down Under.

No way!

No, that's what I said.

No, I mean, no way

I'm going down there.

I'm going to be there.

No, you're not.

We'll make it up here, the 3 of us.

Vic, now I live there.

If you love me...

I don't care.

Dog:
Come out here right now.

Dog:
Vic, we need to talk.

What the hell's lumbering you.

Dog:
Your headlong

plunge into stupidity.

Dog:
Last night was inexcusable.

Dog:
Leaving her for the pack would

have been the intelligent thing to do.

I wanted her.

Dog:
I know you

wanted her about half a

hundred times. Why we

still hanging around?

I want her some more.

Well listen my friend I want to

get rid of this pain in my side

and I want to get away from here.

The screamers can come

back any time, you know.

Oh, what the hell you worrying

about that for. We

can handle all that.

That don't mean she can't go with us.

Dog:
Go with us? Are

you out of your small mind?

Dog:
What good is she? It's all

we can do to feed our own selves.

You know you're starting

to sound like a poodle.

Dog:
You're starting

to sound like a jackass.

Sorry.

Blood, come on. Hey!

It will still be 50 50 with you and me.

Hell, I owe you.

Dog:
Don't try that

hackney ruse on me.

Oh come on, I just meant like that time

that, that old screamer

made a grab for me.

You know that righteous

tone green he was too,

all glowing like a fungus,

oozing and eyelashes...

Boy, made a grab for

me, and you went for him.

You'd been burned bad, too, and died.

That would have been

all of it for you, right?

Dog:
Now get that dramatic catch

out of your voice and tell me

how she's going to carry her share

of the load up here. Tell me....

All right, okay, just don't hang her

Dog:
Harangue, not hang her..

I don't care whatever the

hell, you just knock of

the crap or we can forget

the whole stinking arrangement

Dog:
Well, maybe we

should, you simple dumb putz.

Putz. What's a putz.

Is that something bad?

I'll bet it is. It's

something bad. You better watch

your stinking mouth or I'm

going to kick you in the butt.

Dog:
Definitely a putz.

Oomph!

Dog:
Hahaha, That means she can't

go with us. I told she was no good.

Okay, okay.

I just don't like being

made to feel guilty.

I'm going to do right by you.

Dog:
I would highly recommend that

considering there are

several knowledgeable solos

around town who would

be delighted to work

with an accomplished

female provider like myself.

I also don't like being threatened.

Dog:
It's not a threat, that's a fact.

No, that's a good way to

get that other leg broke.

Dog:
Don't take your

petty frustrations out on me

Albert, I locate females I

don't guarantee their behavior.

What the hell's that?

Dog:
Well how should I know?

Well smell it.

Dog:
It's probably some ID she

used to get out of the Down Under.

Dog:
Oh, now we're in a big hurry.

Dog:
Now if you'd listened

to me last night instead of...

Dog:
Wait a minute...you're not

thinking of following that....

Dog:
You, you listen to me Albert.

Dog:
You, you'll get killed out there.

Dog:
Albert. Albert.

You come back here.

Dog:
You idiot, you can't go

down there. You listen to me.

Dog:
Because some stinking female

knocked you on the head

and bruised your ego,

Dog:
there's no reason to

become a callous juvenile.

Dog:
You stop this

instant Albert!.. Vic

Egg sucker.

All right.

Dog:
Vic, please don't.

Dog:
Please stop a

minute, please stop.

Dog:
I don't know what to say,

there, how to make you understand.

Dog:
Your not thinking clearly.

You can't go down there...

Dog:
An ever hope to

come back and she knows it.

Dog:
Down Unders hate solos. Enough

rover packs have

raided down there and...

Dog:
and raped their woman

and stolen their food...

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