Desperate Living Page #7

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She's been through hell.

When we found her, she was

regurgitating in the street.

Her mother the hog

had her gang-raped.

The poor thing's

had a terrible time.

You know that Gravel woman

you were hanging out with?

She works for the Queen now.

She shot Coo-Coo up

with a rabies potion.

I'm not surprised. That snotty

little social climber.

I knew I should've

fractured her skull.

Can I get you anything, Coo-Coo?

Are you infectious, honey?

I don't know.

My saliva tastes funny,

and I itch a lot.

Under the circumstances, we'll

have to ask you to refrain...

from using our kitchen utensils.

I won't breathe on anything.

I promise.

But please help me

kill my mother!

How's Project Rabies

coming along, Peggy?

I feel just like Jonas Salk.

Tomorrow is the first day

of mass immunization...

or at least that's what

the morons of Mortville think.

Won't it be funny when they

start collapsing on the street?

Lt'll be like walking

through a human sewer.

I hope I get a chance...

to kick every one of 'em

right in the head...

just as they gasp

for their last breath.

It'll be beautiful.

A symphony of death rattles.

History will not forget

this holiday of death.

Come on, girls. Now, be quiet.

Muffy? Come on.

Hey, Officer Cutie Pie?

There's someone

down here to see you.

What do you want, slut?

Oh, I'm just looking

for a little fun.

Can I come up and see

the inside of your bedroom?

I've had a hard-on for

this b*tch for a long time.

You know you horny pigs...

aren't supposed to come

cruising round the castle.

But, Officer, you're so cute

I just couldn't resist.

You're a shapely little mama,

aren't ya?

One down, girls!

Score, Muffy!

Be quiet. Quietly, now.

Shut up!

Eat lead, motherfuckers!

Have we got 'em, girls?

What was that, Your Majesty?

It's probably the dumb soldiers

playing Russian Roulette.

I'll go check it out,

Your Highness.

Who is it? Who's out here?

Hold it right there,

you royal a**hole!

Get out of my chambers,

lesbians!

Hey, you are through

giving orders, meatball!

You've humiliated us

for the last time, warthog!

Let me bite her.

Let me sink my fangs

into her fat little legs.

Go right ahead, honey.

Give her the chomp of life.

Get away, child. Listen to me.

I'm your mother.

I'm warning you!

Oh, thank heavens.

You've rescued me.

I thought I'd never

get out of here alive.

Oh, come off it,

pretty little Peggy.

I hope you're ready for

your debutante party in Hell...

because

that's where you're going!

You wouldn't kill a sister!

Yes, we would!

How about it, girls?

Should we give our "sister"

a little rectal reminder...

that we don't like

social climbers in Mortville?

- I'm gonna blow your bowels out!

- Go ahead!

A single gunshot can never

destroy the beauty of fascism.

You're so low...

you make white trash

look positively top drawer.

Blow it out your ass!

You filthy muff divers

will pay for this!

Shut your f***ing mouth!

No dyke gives me orders.

Oh, yeah, Queenie?

Well, how does this grab you?

Royal proclamation number one...

kiss my ass!

You heard the new Queen.

Kiss it!

That's more like it, peon!

How about it, girls?

I think this town deserves

a little feast to celebrate...

this great day of independence.

We got ourselves the biggest

turkey in the world!

So, why not eat her?

Cook her and eat her!

Attention

all Mortville residents!

Queen Carlotta is dead!

Your days of humiliation

have come to an end.

To celebrate

this joyous occasion...

I invite you to join me

in a victory feast...

in honor of our

newly-found independence.

Let the ring of freedom

be heard all over this land!

Mortville is at last

a free city!

The Queen is dead!

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