Attenberg Page #3

I'm scared of airplanes.

When I'm delivered back to you,

don't forget to scatter me...

Shut up.

Hold on a moment.

We used to say that when I grew up,

I'd become a NASA astronaut.

And that I'd explore a new planet.

Pluto.

Are you ready to be an astronaut?

Yes.

Where are your loyal assistants?

Your little robots?

Here.

How many are there?

Will they be enough?

Yes.

I'm boycotting the 20th century.

It's overrated. And I'm not

at all sorry to leave it.

I'm an atheist old man.

A toxic remnant of modernism...

of post-Enlightenment...

And I leave you in the

hands of a new century,

without having taught you anything.

What is there, where you're going?

A giant, warm p*ssy waiting

to suck me back up.

Forgive me.

Sometimes I forget that you're

not my buddy.

You don't have any buddies, that's why.

I'm your only buddy.

I'd like you to do me a favor.

I'd like you to sleep with my father.

What do you mean?

Are you stupid or something?

You've been with guys older than him.

Your father asked for this?

Of course not.

My father isn't like those

filthy sleazebags you screw.

He hasn't been with a

woman for centuries.

I think he wants to, but

he's too shy.

Will you do it?

Yes or no?

I'm uncomfortable around him.

He'll want you.

Isn't that why you usually do it?

To validate yourself, to feel wanted?

Only this time,

you won't give me the details.

I don't want to know a thing.

It's a favor.

Ask one of me too, and we're even.

Say my name.

My little Marina.

Without the "little."

Marina.

Again.

Marina.

Again.

Again.

Marina.

Dad.

When can I pick him up?

Tomorrow after twelve.

I'll need the death certificate.

The undertaker will take care of that.

To which funeral parlor

do we deliver him?

What difference does it make?

We have a duty to

issue a shipping invoice.

Do you have their name

and address with you?

Shipping invoice...

Unfortunately there is also an

outstanding balance to clear...

Including extra meals

and the satellite TV.

We didn't have satellite.

We never even used the TV.

Here you are.

Have you collected his things?

Come on, throw him.

Now.

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