Bad Milo! Page #4

But nothing mind altering.

No drugs. No alcohol.

And absolutely no dairy.

And you can call me anytime.

I'm there for you.

Breathe, breathe.

This thing

is a part of you.

If you kill it, it would be

like giving yourself

a lobotomy.

You would become a zombie.

You've gotta learn to breathe.

Relax.

Relax.

Oh, sh*t!

- Duncan.

- Oh, good morning.

Any idea why Eric Paulson

would've made six

frantic phone calls before 9 am?

What?

He wants to know why his account

has been zeroed out.

Wait, back up.

Who did what to who and what?

Yeah, zero.

Gone.

- What?

- Yeah.

What? Huh.

All right, slow down.

What happened?

I don't know, I don't know.

I mean, I looked at his accounts,

and it looks like his holdings

have been sold,

and then everything was just

dumped into tectonic pipelines.

- Tectonic is junk.

- No, I know.

I haven't spoken to

him in two weeks.

I mean everything was

fine a few days ago.

Duncan, this is your account.

It's your responsibility.

I know, of course.

Of course. I know. I-I...

Okay, hold on.

Just hold on.

Let's think about this

for a second.

Okay,

I want you to clip into

our employee pension fund,

and cover the Paulson losses.

What?

We gotta borrow from Peter

to pay Paulson.

Unless you got a better idea.

Right, that doesn't...

I can't-l can't transfer accounts

because that's highly illegal.

No, this is your account, Duncan.

It was your responsibility

to maintain it,

and, uh, something happened,

that happened on your watch.

Yeah... Yeah.

Good.

Keep it under your hat,

and we'll be all right.

Okay.

Hey. Team player.

Yeah. Team player.

- Hey.

- Hayslip.

Have you seen the news?

It's all over the television.

Milo's making a name for himself.

Oh, no.

Get over to my office quick.

We gotta take decisive action

before Milo strikes again.

Oh, boy. Oh, this is bad.

Oh, this is so bad.

This is so bad.

I mean, I don't want to hurt anybody.

I didn't want to hurt anybody.

I mean, the guy was a dick.

Yeah, sure, but I wouldn't...

I didn't want him to die.

I don't want that.

Events are moving fast,

and we're way behind.

Oh, this is bad.

We usually wait until remains

are more private.

But I'm left no choice.

I have to break out

the big guns.

We're talking about sock puppets.

No. No, no, no, no.

They are real people now.

Maybe you and I

are sock puppets to them.

Right.

Hey, honey.

So, what's for dinner?

Kung pao chicken.

But that upsets my stomach.

Well, we have tons of leftovers,

so take it or leave it.

You got her, didn't you?

Yeah, sometimes...

sometimes it, you know, because...

- You can tell her.

- She's insensitive to my feelings.

But why do you keep it inside?

It's better to tell her.

- Okay.

- Don't turn your back.

- No.

- Keep it inside.

Yeah. You know, honey,

it's just my stomach,

I have a very sensitive stomach.

Oh, again with your

goddamn stomach.

Hey, knock it off, all right?

Again with your

stupid, stupid voice.

Hey, I hate you, Dad.

I hate you!

Shut up and eat

your goddamn dinner, son!

Hold it.

Oh... my... God.

Did you hear what you just said?

You said "Dad."

No, no, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

Where's your dad?

Where's your dad right now?

I-I-I have no idea. I mean...

Last I heard, he lives in a shack.

Kind of off the grid.

Listen to me.

Your fears and all the anxiety

even this Milo...

...they all share a nexus.

Rooted with your father.

You have to find him.

She had scratches

all over her body,

and had to be rushed

to the hospital.

She spoke to Peter Brookings

about her frightening experience.

Peter, you don't hear a lot

about raccoon attacks.

In fact, I can't ever

think of one this serious.

Dad?

Dad?

Hello?

My body is clean.

My mind is clean.

I am beautiful.

Inside and out.

My body is a temple,

and I keep my temple clean.

I sweep the floors

of my temple.

I shower my mind.

Dad?

- Hey.

- Hey.

What are you doing in there?

Meditating.

Dad. Wait a second.

Dad? Dad!

Dad, I need to talk to you

about something.

Something that's...

...been happening.

Uh... I don't do that.

You don't do what?

I don't analyze,

I don't project.

There's only...

the now.

Well, what I need to talk

to you about is happening now.

No. You're here to lay blame.

You did it last time we talked,

but the past has no audience

with me. This is it, son.

No, this isn't it, Dad.

This isn't it.

There's some stuff that happened

before the now.

The fact that you haven't remembered

my birthday since I was 10.

Huh. Well.

Or the fact that you don't

remember my wife's name.

Do you remember

my wife's name?

- Grace.

- No.

Do you even...

think about me?

Do you wonder if I'm okay?

I don't know,

you seem okay.

I mean, nobody's stabbing you

in the eye with a fork right now.

- Not that I can see.

- Sh*t's f***ed up right now, Dad.

Sh*t is as f***ed up

as you allow it to be.

Namaste.

Oh, that's great sound advice.

Great.

No, I'll take that

from my pretentious,

loser, pothead dad

who doesn't give a sh*t

about anybody but himself.

I take this as prescribed.

Yeah, why don't you go

medicate some more.

Just hold that thought.

Hold...

Okay, I'm letting you out,

I'm letting you out.

But we're gonna talk.

We're gonna talk, okay?

Oh!

Oh, sh*t. Oh...

Come on, I let you out.

I let you out.

So let's...

let's talk about this, okay?

I don't want you to kill my dad.

I don't want that.

Don't... No, no, no, no, no.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Stop it. No!

No! Bad! Bad Milo!

Sh*t! Get off me!

Get off! Get off!

Stop it! I know!

I know he's a dick.

I know, I know.

He's wrong.

But please, don't...

eat my father.

No matter how I'm feeling.

Are you hungry? Huh?

Are you hungry?

I don't have anything here.

But I have something at the office.

I have a lot of food at the office.

So why don't you crawl...

crawl back inside me.

Crawl back inside.

Good bay. Good Milo.

Wow.

Stomach flu?

Yeah.

Well, I hope you're not relying

on Western medicine to cure you.

Listen, Dad.

I'm sort of doing this...

therapy thing.

And I'm seeing this guy,

and it's actually been helping.

And could... Would you just

listen to me for a second?

I think that maybe

if you and I went in,

and we talked to him together,

that maybe we

can deal with this.

I can't.

I'm sorry, Duncan.

I just... I can't. I... can't.

- You can't.

- Yeah.

I can't tell you anything else.

That's-that's the size of it.

Yeah.

Okay.

Maybe I expected too much.

Yeah. I guess you did.

What's that smell?

Oh, oh, oh. Oh, food.

Food, it's coming, just knock...

Food, food.

Motherf***er.

Yeah.

I'm sorry... about this.

Here it is, a little mousey.

Come on.

It's good eats.

It's a good source of protein.

Come on, Milo.

Just grab it.

Duncan, you better

get out here.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Look at you.

You're a mess.

What happened to you?

Oh...

- Is that poop on your shirt?

- It's a stomach flu.

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