Excess Flesh Page #4

She hardly wears...

She wears more...

Less than this most of the time.

I guess you'd only get away

with that if you're sexy, right?

Yeah, sex appeal is

not the issue here.

Right.

Cuz you're not the,

the fashion police.

Obviously!

We're here to help you.

Thank you very much for your help,

and I appreciate your service,

all of your service.

I just think she

really needs a nap.

You know? And a little bit of

food, and I can give her that.

So if you could just let us

go now, that would be great.

If you could just let us go, we won't

cause any trouble, or anything.

We're gonna have

to write this up.

Oh, come on, Timmy, there's

something not right here.

What else can we do?

Take her in as a 5150.

You wanna do the

paperwork on that?

Come on, Marie.

My Tammy's about her age.

You know how females are.

Oh right,

she may be on her period?

- Officer, I...

- Not what I'm saying-

Miss, you need to

stay where you were!

Sorry, you know,

you know, it's just I was...

There's something that I didn't tell you

that I didn't want to say in front of him.

I didn't tell you all the truth.

I know I'm supposed to tell the whole

truth and nothing but the truth,

but I left something out.

Cuz you see, there was this boy.

Okay. It's your call, but if

anything goes wrong, it's on you.

Miss, we're gonna, take you back to

your home here in the patrol car, okay?

Home? Home.

Yes.

- It's okay. Come on.

- Okay.

Thank you so much, Officer.

You're welcome

Jenn, just relax okay,

and lean back

so I can get your front.

We need to talk.

Talk.

You always had

such great nipples,

I never understand

why Trevor didn't...

F***, you scared the

sh*t out of me today.

I don't really wanna

have to do any of this,

but you give me no other choice.

I thought you

wanted to get rid of me.

Of course not, no.

I never wanted that, Jennifer.

You are all I have. I don't

know what I would do if you...

Come on.

What?

It's cold.

It's warm.

Jennifer, no, look, hey,

look it's steaming.

Look, look. Take your hand. See?

It's warm.

Look, you see? It's warm.

It's been so hard.

I've been trying my best.

After everything with Trevor,

I've just been trying

to get myself back.

- I know.

- So many expectations.

- I just want to be free.

- Yeah.

Jilly?

Yeah?

You absolutely must take your cooking

and share it with the world.

Those are just experiments.

But look at your resolve.

You can do it,

I know you want to.

I can even help.

- Help?

- Of course.

With our combined powers

we'll be unstoppable.

I'm glad we're talking.

Yeah.

Help! Somebody!

F***ing do it!

Are you kidding me?

You need to look in the mirror.

Crazy b*tch.

You have no right to judge me.

You know I'll f***ing

do it, right?

I'll f***ing do it right now!

There's no turning back, b*tch.

Ahh!

You're not gonna fool me again.

Sorry.

Don't...

It's a cinch.

What the f***?

Enough is enough!

Happy birthday!

What?

I didn't mean to be

a Facebook stalker,

but I couldn't help

but see before

that your birthday

was coming up.

Um...

Well, I just wanted to apologize

for being so pushy.

I mean, sometimes my anal

retentiveness gets the best of me.

Thanks for friending me.

That's your way of apologizing?

Um...

You know what?

Everything Jennifer says

about you... is true.

I don't understand.

I just wanted to

do something ni...

I am on to you.

It needs more salt.

Samantha Foxy?

I know.

- It's Rob.

- Let it go to voice-mail.

Look...

Look how fat she looks there.

She's trying to do

little arms back look.

I know.

Wait.

Oh my God.

Why would she wear that color?

I don't know.

F***ing looks like a bag.

Put a bag over her head.

Old basket of rolls.

She seriously looks

like a basket of rolls.

Like really lumpy ones

that are two days old.

Baguettes.

Holla! Holla!

Holla!

She's a holla back girl.

Oh, listen, listen.

Hey, it's Rob. Uh, this is hard.

I really thought we had a

connection, but I can't...

I can't even... I don't even

know what to call it.

But I just can't do this anymore.

I mean us, and I can't...

Why won't you let me help you?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

God, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to lose my temper.

It's just, I wish you...

Look, I understand

what you're going though,

and I wish I could be better.

But I have to...

For the sake of my own sobriety,

I just, I can't see you anymore.

Oh my f***ing God.

"For the sake

of my own sobriety."

P*ssy.

Totes is a loser.

Serio. Let the ruiner have him.

Lame.

- We don't need him.

- No... Wait.

What do you mean "we"?

Cuz you know...

you never had him.

Wait.

Yes, you did.

You did!

It's not, it's not Cathy.

It's you, isn't it?

F***.

F***. F***.

Why do you f*** everything up?

Why do you do that?

F*** you!

You think that

you're just not gonna...

You're just not gonna

have any consequences?

That you're just gonna be

able to get away with it?

What the f***!

You know what? You know what?

You're gonna be punished.

Oh yeah, you're going to be

f***ing punished.

You don't have any food.

None today and...

you're not going to have

any food tomorrow, either.

You f***ing b*tch!

God, why am I even your friend?

Why? Would you tell me that?

You... are...

the ruiner... of everything.

Me and Rob...

and everything.

What are you still doing here?

Jennifer, wake up!

Wake up, it's dinner time.

Wake up.

You will cheat...

Will... submissive...

Eyes open. Eyes open.

Eyes closed.

Weak, stupid...

Stupid... c*nt...

No one ever...

No one will ever want you.

You don't deserve it.

Stupid, ugly, useless, waste...

Why are you still alive!?

I hate you.

I hate you, I hate you.

I'm winning,

I can smell your weakness.

Flabby, puss filled...

I'm not going anywhere.

Arms.

Suck that in.

This is... Fashion Week.

She's back.

Really?

I just saw her.

Tell her to come to my office.

Were you held hostage?

Points for showing

up on the big week.

The outfit is an improvement...

but no matter what

this town tells you,

flakiness is not fashionable.

You're fired.

Eat a sandwich.

Oh, don't worry, Mina.

These chemicals

don't make you crave carbs.

Get up, we need to talk.

Come on, come on.

Fashion waits for no one.

Let's have some lunch and talk.

I've made a great meal.

I love cooking, but it's the eating

part that doesn't do it for me.

I am happy... about everything.

Everything is perfect.

I am perfect.

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