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Hobo With A Shotgun Page #4
I'm dying.
Slick boy, you're tough
and I'm so proud of you.
You're the toughest
kid I know.
Thank you.
Hey dad...
You were a pretty rad father.
Slick...
Slick...
Slick!
Fix this girl.
Now!
Stop,
you can't do that!
Just fix her!
Sh*t!
Summon the plague.
Tell them to bring
me that hobo.
Stay with us honey.
Come on,
stay with us.
It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be alright.
She's f***ing dying!
Come on!
Stay with me!
Live!
Live you f***in' whore!
That's it.
Come on.
Stay with me.
Stay with me.
Hey you.
Welcome back.
It's good to see you.
I wanted to give
you something.
They're beautiful.
Just to make sure
you don't forget me.
Where are you going?
I have to get back to work.
Please don't.
You should put them
in your classroom.
They'll be good by the window.
You know I'm not really
a school teacher, right?
You do right?
Yeah, but everybody
ought to have a dream.
You can't solve all the
world's problems
with a shotgun.
It's all I know.
A long time ago
I was one of you.
You're all brand
new and perfect.
No mistakes,
no regrets.
People look at you
and think of how
wonderful your
future will be.
They want you to be
something special.
Like a doctor or a lawyer.
I hate to tell you this,
but if you grow up here
you're more likely
to wind up selling your
bodies on the streets
or shooting dope from dirty
needles in a bus stop.
And if you're successful,
you'll make money selling
junk to crack heads.
And you won't think twice
about killing someone's wife
because you won't even know
what was wrong
in the first place.
Or, maybe you'll
end up like me...
a hobo with a shotgun.
I hope you can do better.
You are the future.
That's it!
I am sick and tired of
you f***ing junkies!
What's going on?
Abby!
Abby.
Abby,
come on.
Ah!
Oh!
Psst.
You got a match?
Ah,
the Plague.
You guys f***ing rock!
Do you want to see him?
No,
I trust you guys.
I can f***in' smell
him from here.
Take him to the truck.
You know, I almost
feel sad for you.
You're in the shadow
of your brother.
And you're just a
little tiny thug.
A thug!
Listen you homeless
piece of sh*t.
I'm the only son
Drake has left!
And you know what that means?
That means I run
the f***ing show!
I'm gonna show everybody.
They're gonna fear
the f*** out of me!
In fact, they're gonna
make comic books
out of my hate crimes!
I promise you when
I get out of here,
I'm gonna bite your face off.
That's funny,
because I promised myself.
I'm gonna bash
your f***ing teeth in
and make a chainsaw
out of them.
F***er.
What the hell do you
think you're doing?
You want to know if I'm
homeless so you can kill me?
Yeah,
are ya?
Some people got a
bed to sleep on,
where they can crawl
under the covers
and have a good night's rest.
But other people,
they don't got beds at all.
Instead they gotta
find an alleyway,
f***er's not gonna stab them.
But just because
they don't got beds
doesn't mean
they're homeless.
Cause guess what, they've got
the biggest home of any of us.
It's called the Streets!
And right now, we're all
standing in their home,
them some god damn respect.
If this is their home,
they've got a right to
keep it clean, don't they?
And sometimes on the streets,
a broom just ain't
gonna f***ing cut it.
That's when you
gotta get a shotgun!
So if you want to
kill me, go ahead.
But I'll warn you.
From where I'm standing,
things are looking
real f***ing filthy!
Ladies and Gentlemen,
welcome back to
the Drake show!
Yeah!
That's how you cheer
you f***ing creatures.
Woo!
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you everybody.
Tonight I have a special
treat for you all.
The culmination of one of
the bloodiest spectacles
we have ever witnessed.
Everybody please
a round of applause
to the team that
made this possible.
The Plague.
Now, I want you all to
meet our special guest.
A man I'm sure you've
all heard about.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
without further ado,
let's bring on the
man of the hour.
The one responsible for the
death of my favorite son.
And here he is,
a worthless,
homeless piece of sh*t...
Get your hands off me,
you demons!
You're crushing my smokes.
When God lost his son,
he knew he'd get him
back in a few days.
He never had to mourn,
not for a single second.
But, I know I
can't get son back.
So,
what does that make me,
when I know more about pain
than the most powerful
being in the universe?
You're a fool.
And a shitty father.
Take him to the glory hole.
Look up at all those people.
I'm your God.
They fear me more
than anything.
And that fear is what saves
their lives everyday.
If I want something
from them I take it.
If they try to fight
back I kill them.
F***er.
They live to please me.
Because if they don't,
I cut off their
f***ing heads!
Well,
now you look scared.
Drake.
Eventually,
evil...
will turn against evil.
It'll wipe itself out,
leaving nothing but wreckage.
And f***ed up memories.
Every time I find
somebody like you,
who wants to be a hero,
who wants to f***
with me and stop my show,
I send em
straight to hell.
What the...
Let him go Drake or I'll
chop your boy to pieces.
Abby.
I mean it.
I'll mulch this f***er
into the ground.
What do you think?
Replaceable.
Dad, I'm the only
son you have left.
Quit f***in' around.
Sorry boy,
but...
you've just never had
that much potential.
No one upstages the Drake!
Do you see what I mean folks?
I provide you with nothing
but the highest quality,
adrenaline filled
family entertainment.
Okay, Rip, let's get
us some Hobo head!
Oh!
Let's go home.
Get this off me...
You want to be the
star of this show?
I'll make you shine.
You take your dirty hands
off her, you bastard.
I'd love to just shoot
her but my audience,
they expect more.
Get your hands off me!
Settle down,
honey.
This will be the best
trick you ever gave.
Let's start with
a nose job, huh?
No!
Get me out of this hole!
How?
Pull my hair!
My hair.
Pull it!
Pull it!
Harder!
Harder!
Untie me.
Demon's coming back.
She killed Grinder.
Now she must take his
place in the Plague.
She's not going
anywhere buddy.
Listen to me.
You can't fall asleep now.
You hear me?
There's one more
thing I have to do.
No, I just wanna
go to the zoo
and see the bears with you.
Don't leave me.
Don't leave.
Bears don't belong
in a zoo.
Stupid f***ing b*tch.
I'm gonna find her
and I'm gonna
f***ing kill her...
and I'm gonna cut his
f***ing nuts off
and stick it up
his f***ing ass.
Show's over.
You know, except
for killing my son,
you made my town a
lot more interesting.
You're so f***ing crazy.
I would have been
you're biggest fan,
Drop the f***ing gun you
cocksucking garbage bag.
Put it down and walk away.
This is your only
chance to leave alive!
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