Blood Diner Page #7

"hear our sacred cries,

"and bestow your aid

in our appointed quest.

"Tonight we raise your sister

from the grave.

Tonight we invoke

the resurrection of Sheetar!"

Sheetar.

Say the words, Uncle Anwar.

Say the words, Uncle Anwar.

Uncle An... war?

Georgie, you been playing

with Uncle Anwar's jar?

Hey, this is no time

for your stupid jokes, Georgie.

Where's Uncle Anwar?

Hey, where is he?

L... He was here last night

when I tucked him in!

Sh*t.

Ah, son of a b*tch!

Somebody's broken in here.

Damn it!

Who the f*** would want...

Saldin.

That competitive little weasel.

Looks like we're gonna pay

a little visit to Stan tonight.

Look, I want you to go,

make sure

the front door's locked.

I'm gonna take the van

around to the back

and start loading up

everything we need in.

Hop to it.

We gotta get Uncle Anwar back.

Stop right there, crazy.

Don't you know it's not nice

to moon an officer?

Now let's see those hands

up in the air.

Now move that lard ass

of yours real calm like,

and stop when I tell you to.

All right, that's far enough!

You take one more step,

and I'll blow your guts out.

I told you

not to mess with that girl.

She gave me the finger!

I'm gonna give you

a lot more than a finger

if you don't stop

goofing off tonight.

Sheetar might want

a little snack in the morning.

Oh, Sheetar,

why has thou

forsaken your servant?

Do I deserve to be held

by the hands

of a greedy unbeliever?

Ah, damn!

That last batch was awful.

As I told you, Mr. Saldin,

only a priest ordained

in the cult of Sheetar

has the proper skills

to prepare this recipe.

- If attempted by...

- Horse manure.

When I found you

in that back room

mumbling sacred recipes

to yourself,

I didn't recall anything

about sour goat's milk.

If you don't cooperate with

the correct ingredients list

in 10 seconds, I'll see to it

that you get a private tour

of the city sewer system,

beginning with my commode.

Capisce?

You are a shrewd man,

Mr. Saldin.

I shall not deceive you further.

Okay, let's have it

right this time.

First, you need

the desiccated flesh

of three black felines.

Cat flesh? Are you sure?

Mr. Saldin,

I am but an old brain,

but I am not so old that I

cannot remember the recipe

which has been a goal of mine

for two lifetimes.

All right, all right.

Three dried cat bodies.

What else?

Three pints of virgin's blood.

And three hard-boiled eggs.

And three hard-boil...

Georgie! Michael!

Quit f***ing around,

and get in here!

You're dead meat now, Stan.

Wait till my nephews

get a hold of you.

Oh, sh*t.

Hey! Uhh!

You're a kidnapper, Stan.

Mere slaughter's

too good for you.

- Uhh!

- Aah! Aah!

Stanley.

You keep away from me.

Georgie, Michael,

stop fooling around!

Get me out of here!

You keep away from me.

- I'll kill you dead!

- Stanley! Ha ha!

Hey, that's my brother, Stanley.

- Come on!

- Stanley!

He's got me, Stan!

- Ohh. Ohh.

- Help me! Help me, Stan!

Stan, these guys got me!

Come on. Come on, Stanley!

Stupid idiots,

get me out of here!

Stan! He's got me! Help! Help!

- Mr. Green Jeans, he's got me!

- Get me out of here!

Just do what he says. Stan!

I'll smash him.

Help! Help!

Swear to God, I'll smash him.

Now, both of you,

- stand together real quick.

- Michael, do as he says.

Back off! Back off!

Whoa! Nice catch, Georgie.

Get him. Now get him! Get him!

- Keys.

- Kill him!

Move! Get him! Get him!

Ohh!

- Hey, babe.

- Now wait a minute, fellas.

I really wasn't gonna hurt him.

I swear to God.

Quit f***ing around,

and kill him!

Sure, Stan.

Aah!

Bastards!

You goddamn freako bastards!

You'll pay for this!

I'll see that you grill in Hell!

Goddamn sons of b*tches.

They won't get away with this.

Cut off my hand, will ya?

Car, start.

You son of a b*tch of scrap,

please, start!

Aah!

Stumpy Stan! Hah!

Go on!

Laugh, you veggie-ridden idiots.

I'll get you. I'll show you.

Make me a cripple, will ya?

Cut off my hands,

and laugh about it, will ya?

God damn it!

I'm gonna get the cops!

Yeah, we'll see

who laughs last then!

We'll see who laughs,

Mr. big-shot restaurateurs!

Holy Christ! I was just

trying to give you some air.

I swear I wasn't

gonna go any further

than the second or third button.

Mark, man, am I glad it's you.

I thought that gruesome guy

with the green tongue

had come back for the finish.

Tell me, Jackson,

are all of your people

masters

of the complimentary phrase?

Or is it something inside me

that inspires you?

Shepard, if you

can get me to the car

so I can put out an A.P.B.

on those Tutman goons,

I'll give you

the prettiest apology

I've ever given to a white boy.

One A.P.B. coming up.

You know, and judging from

the hideous leftovers inside,

I'd say we've found our killers.

As for you, you're going

to the hospital.

Now come on. Let's go.

I want those two, Shepard,

and I want them now.

Sheetar, have mercy.

Sheetar, have mercy.

The goddess, have mercy.

Goddess, have mercy.

Georgie, pull out

the dead mortal's brains,

and gently place me inside.

Sheetar, have mercy.

Sheetar, have mercy.

Ah, yes.

Perfect fit.

Excellent.

Okeydokey, Mikey.

Michael, you must

perform the ceremony

to resurrect Sheetar.

O, Sheetar,

mother of a dark, new age,

accept this humble servant

as your priest and guide.

Michael, the final incantations

are yours.

Good luck,

and Sheetar be with you.

Yes! Hah hah!

Blood river dance

It starts to bleed

Give a little squeeze

Body is getting over

I aim to please

Don't be ashamed, baby

Don't be ashamed, yeah

Your mama

Your mama!

Your mama

Your mama!

Would do the same

Would do the same!

Your mama'd do the same

Your mama'd do the same

Your mama'd do the same

Your mama'd do the same

Everybody get some

Everybody get some

Everybody get some now

Everybody get some...

That's it. There is no more.

Ohh. Where are those guys? Damn.

1,2,3,4

Oww!

Super bad

All right

Oh, yeah, oww

Hah, hey

Everybody get some

Oh, yeah, hey

Everybody get some now

Hunh!

Everybody get some

Ooh-ah

Everybody get some now

Huhh

Everybody get some

Oww

Everybody get some

Everybody get some

Oww

Everybody get some now

Ooh-ey

Yeah!

Oh, yeah

All right

Oh, yeah, oww...

"Therefore, I, the lord,

"justify you and your brethren

of my church

"in defending that law

which is constitutional law

of the land."

What's wrong?

"And as pertaining

to law of man",

- "if so ever..."

- I don't know.

I don't feel so good.

What's the matter? Are you okay?

Stew looks good. Eat meat.

Want meat.

Everybody get some now...

"Nevertheless",

"when the wicked people rule,

- "law shall also make you free."

- Feelin' down...

Meat.

The meat.

Get down, little dude

God, am I hungry.

The sooner you find that van,

the sooner you'll eat.

1187, clear.

187, clear.

Hold it. There it is.

Double trouble.

You motherfuckers,

get back down!

That's the back entrance

to the Club Dread.

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