Freaky Eaters Page #3

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I'm sure of it.

Yes...

I've sent Alen away.

We won't be disturbed.

What's that?

You like my hair?

Oh, thanks.

I think you're beautiful too.

Doctor, look. The reagent of the stem cells

actually seems to be changing.

Well, I think it's unlikely we were about

to win the Nobel prize for ethics anyway,

but I doubt that regenerating dead tissue

will help to win anyone's favour.

This modified virus seems to really work.

It's a question of saving thousands of lives,

so f*** ethics.

I'm going for lunch.

Would you care to join me?

No, I have to work.

F***! Billions of people have died, and you

still can't get a moment's peace to take a nap.

I know him.

We worked together at the garage.

I still remember his name.

It's Janosh. Janosh Manfreduk.

He came from the East.

F***, what an unlucky guy.

How interesting.

I wish I had time to hear the whole story.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Sorry, I just can't stand the taste of vomit.

I know. I've had enough

of those sacks of pus for today.

Sector F is miles away.

Why on earth are we doing this?

You have any better ideas?

Yes, sir. This is my plan - cut across Sector B

and we'll pass the old distillery, then...

Stop, I know what you're going to say.

Forget it. I can't stand those guys.

Come on, don't be a shithead. I'll talk to them.

We'll trade them some beer for zombies.

Remember, we have

a score to settle with them.

The Block A generator.

They left us in the dark for a week.

It's a sin to steal, but a greater sin to daub

our walls with their f***ing swastikas!

Let's go over and settle the score,

and we'll be enemies once again.

Have I convinced you?

Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you

already settle the score in Sector E?

Do you think it's safe to show up there

after you almost turned that f***er

into a cyclops?

Don't worry.

They're stupid and they're always drunk.

They're bound to have forgotten about it.

It'll be a piece of cake.

Yeah, sure. They'll have forgotten

that you stabbed one of them in the face.

Come on, please.

I'll clean the bog for a month.

For a month?

Yes.

Only if you swear that the worm between

your legs may wither if you break your promise.

I swear.

- F*** it. Let's go.

- Oh, yeah!

Go! You're free.

We had some good times...

attempting to change

the destiny of humankind.

Do you remember, Alexis?

So, how are your tests going?

There is some sort of reaction,

but it isn't satisfactory yet.

First it looks like the tissues

are going to regenerate,

but after a few minutes

they return to their original state.

I don't know where we're going wrong.

I think that's a good sign.

Keep going with it.

You know, as time goes by

you get more and more beautiful.

It's almost as if you're getting younger.

Flatterer. You needn't give me compliments

to make me work harder.

Hi, hunters.

Hi, Rudi. We were wondering if...

Not now, man.

I'll deal with you later.

Right now, it's time for target practice.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Or rather, gentlemen and gentlemen only!

Since God did us the favour

of freeing us from our b*tches. Is that not so?

Are you ready...

for the grand "Shoot the Dead" tournament?

On my right...

the greatest whore f***er

the world has ever known - Pablo!

On my left...

the man with the burning arse - Heinz!

Just one shot.

Just one chance.

The punishment for anyone

who makes a mistake...

is death!

We don't accept any losers in the Militia!

We are about to make a natural selection!

You win or you lose!

Death makes you free!

So, gentlemen!

Are you ready?

Three...

two...

one...

Fire!

Incredible, gentlemen!

The winner is the man

with the burning arse - Heinz!

Well, hunter!

I didn't think you were stupid enough

to show your face round here again.

I'm touched. Really.

Come on.

Let's bury the hatchet.

I need some of your dead...

and I want them alive.

No way, my friend.

As you can see, we need them for ourselves.

Go f*** yourselves.

I just saw the good use that you make of them.

We can give you beer and cigars.

Sorry, but I really can't help you.

Why don't you let me talk to the short-arse?

Surely he'd be interested in trading.

What? What did you call him?

Short-arse.

Are you deaf, as well as being an arsehole?

You must have respect for him.

You must call him Fhrer!

OK.

Where is he?

That short-arse, the fhrer?

Now you've done it.

What are you going to do about it?

Come on! Let's get out of here!

F***! Did you see those bastards' faces?

You deserve an Oscar for coming up

with the idea to shoot the chain like that.

- Have you nothing to say for yourself?

- Why did you do it?

Do what?

Come on! You were the one who was saying

how much you hate those bigheads.

- We taught them a lesson, that's all.

- They might all be dead by now.

Oh, God! You're right.

F*** them!

F***! They were a real band, man!

I'm not gay, I swear, it's just that...

What the f*** was I talking about?

What the f*** are you doing?

Sinners, pigs, impure ones.

This is the Plague Spreader, speaking

to you from the New Church of Purifying Evil.

Die and be reborn in the name of God.

Join the brotherhood of the cult...

According to the detector, that signal's

coming from somewhere quite close,

about 50 kilometres away.

I don't know about you, but I'm dying

to find out more about these cult brothers.

So am I.

Maybe there are also some cult sisters.

Besides, I have a promise to keep

with our friend the Plague Spreader.

Calm down. First, I want him

to explain to us why he did all this.

But first we have to find him.

OK. But then I'll take care of him.

It's not safe to move at night.

Let's wait until dawn.

Are you mad? We're leaving right now.

I don't care if it's dark.

I don't want the good star

that has protected that son of a b*tch

- to save him just as I'm about to box his ears.

- OK, but you drive. I'm tired.

That's music to my ears, daddy.

We'll be there in a flash

with a real man at the wheel.

And this is why I'm saying,

thank God for the gift he gave you!

Once you were merely soulless maggots,

but now...

you are souls without sin,

ready to be born again

into the Kingdom of God!

Jesus Christ! It smells revolting!

Do you know what this room is used for?

Hey, don't you remember

the last time we cleaned it?

I'm hungry.

F***! My fault, my fault!

Come on, let me drive.

OK.

We're nearly there.

At last. I really need some action.

Are you sure that f***ing thing works?

Sure. The army used these in Afghanistan

to track down Bin Laden.

Too bad they never caught him.

Come on.

Dosvidanya, son of a b*tch.

Sinners, pigs, impure ones.

This is the Plague Spreader, speaking to you

from the New Church of Purifying Evil.

The new God awaits you.

Set yourself free from your obscene sins.

Die and be reborn in the name of God.

Join the brotherhood of the cult.

And this is why I'm saying,

thank God for the gift he gave you!

Once you were merely soulless maggots,

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