May Page #3

And I didn't even realize it

until just last night.

It's just a box.

- Her friend must be inside.

- That's very good, Deirdre.

Take it out.

I can't.

- Why not?

- I just can't.

Come on, May, let it out.

We want to meet your friend.

No, I...

I can't. She's special.

She doesn't come out.

She always stays in.

She's very fragile.

Petey.

Stop it!

- She's out!

- No!

- The floor!

- Glass!

Don't!

Glass! Ow!

This is May Kennedy.

Please leave your numbers.

Hello. Where are you, doll?

I think Dr. Zarkizein is upset.

Either that or he has

a kidney infection.

I'm not sure.

Either way, you need to get

your cute butt in here.

You've missed two days

in a row.

Are you all right?

I miss you. Kisses.

Call me, okay?

Ah.

Oh, Lupe.

I'll miss petting your pretty fur.

Are you okay?

So many pretty parts

and no pretty holes.

No sh*t.

What's your name?

It doesn't matter.

Hey, you want to go get

some Jujubes with me?

What's the point?

I'm just trying to be friendly.

Sorry.

Hmm...

Sh*t, man,

I can live off of these.

It's getting hella hot.

You mind if I take off my shirt?

- Do what you want.

- All right.

I love your tattoo.

Thanks.

Ah.

F***!

I'm still burning up.

Do you have any ice cubes

I can rub on my nipples?

Freeze!

That's the idea.

Stop!

What the f*** is that?

- A friend.

- Whoa.

This is some sick sh*t.

So...

are we best friends now that

you've seen what's inside my freezer?

You f***ing freak.

I'm not going to be your friend.

I need more parts.

Hey, May.

Hey, dude, what's up?

Not much.

What are you reading about?

Amputation.

- Is that for work?

- Nope.

It's just for fun.

Listen, May,

I'm sorry things didn't work out

between us.

L... you know.

It just didn't feel right.

It doesn't feel right,

you know?

I understand now...

Adam.

I understand.

Friends?

Okay. All right.

I really have to go.

Later hands.

Right. All right.

See you around.

How's Lupe?

- In pieces.

- Is she sad about something?

She does get depressed.

- She doesn't seem happy.

- Oh.

Can I ask what you're doing?

I want to make

a blouse for you.

Kind of an apology present

for the other night and my behavior.

Oh, May, that is so sweet.

Polly, are you back there, sweetie?

Back here.

Did you bring my lunch?

Oh...

May, I would like you to meet

a new friend of mine.

Her name's Ambrosia.

Nice gams.

Aren't they?

Can I get a few more measurements?

Have you ever thought

about having this removed?

My grandma said it's imperfections

that make you special.

What do you think?

Freak.

Hello, Polly, this is May.

Happy Halloween.

I was thinking about popping by later

to bring you your new blouse.

Show you my costume.

Give me a call if that's cool.

Miss you.

Kisses.

Call me, okay?

If you can't find a friend,

make one.

Hello, May.

Hello, Polly.

Slick duds.

Thank you.

I was going to call you tonight,

but...

I've been so busy.

What are you doing right now?

Nothing.

I'm starting to understand

what the doctor's saying

It's funny because I always thought

it was the doctor's writing

that was supposed

to be incomprehensible.

Maybe it's different

with animal doctors.

Ah, that's better.

Are you expecting someone?

Did you forget my blouse?

No?!

You're not sore about me

and Ambrosia, are you?

I'm not sore.

You understand

it's not serious, right?

It's just a piece of ass.

Whoa!

Whoa.

Oh, please don't hurt me, May.

Pleasey-please.

I trust you.

I know you would

never hurt me, May.

What are you doing here?

Where's Polly?

In the head.

Polly, hurry up in there!

I've been drinking vodka all night

and I have to piss like a racehorse!

You have really beautiful legs.

I thought they were gams?

Gams, stems, wheels,

whatever.

Give us a little spin, doll.

Huh?

Turn around for me.

You are so f***ing weird.

I don't know

what Polly sees in you.

Polly doesn't see anything.

Turn around, Miss Grable.

Okay, doll.

How was that?

Beautiful.

Sweet costume.

You got any cold ones

in there?

Yes, I do.

What are you doing here?

Hello.

Anyone home?

I need them, Adam.

Listen, sister,

Adam's taken for the evening.

I like your earrings.

Thanks.

Nice costume.

Thank you.

I made it myself.

Just like one

of your movies, Adam.

May...

what are you doing here?

This is May?

Do you want to come in

for a drink or something?

Thank you.

You should have called.

Would you have answered?

If I was home, yes.

Doesn't matter.

I didn't come here to see you.

Vodka okay?

Sounds great.

Did something happen?

Touch me.

Touch my face.

Go on, Adam, touch my face.

- Stop that!

- These hands are mine now, honey.

No, they are mine, quagledoo.

F*** you. What is that,

Russian or something?

Touch my face.

Yeah, f***ing go on, a**hole.

F***ing touch away,

I don't give a sh*t.

Um...

Okay,

I'm pretty drunk

and I'm feeling queasy

and I just wish you would leave.

Fine, you know what,

I'm out of here.

Not you, dumbshit.

Dumbshit?

I guess that would be me.

You're not going to touch

my face?

Fine, I'll touch your face.

You're going to look perfect.

You have all of the parts.

Words can't describe.

But I don't have

to talk to you, do I?

I can just...

feel.

And you'll feel it right here, too.

Right.

You can't see me.

Can't see me.

See me!

All I want...

is see me.

What...

Bring us all the children

Because they are sweet

Toss them up into the air

They come down and swing their feet

Twirling all the while

Tumbling in a pile

They are good

What a treat

Bring us all the children

Just when they are sweet

Wanderlust and packed with pride

When they laugh and go inside

Echoing all the while

Tumbling in a pile

They are good

Good to eat

Bring us all the children

Even when they're not so sweet

Toss them up into the air

They come down and get a treat

Bringing tea

A good night's sleep

It goes away.

... Love you

You were perfect,

and you were made to be

That's all, that's all

we had to do

That's all, that's all

we had to see

That's all, that's all

you faked, you weaved

Walls and walls and walls

and walls and walls

Things that I see

Don't know what they mean

But this I threw in

Good to be all caught up

With no place to go

You were carried away with the words

And I couldn't follow

They were made up,

yet used so cautiously

You were perfect in every way

You were made to love me

Well, that's all,

that's all we had to do

That's all, that's all

we had to see

I saw, I saw you

straight through these

Walls and walls and walls

and walls and walls

Things that I see

Don't know what they mean

But this I threw in

Good to be all caught up

With no place to go

And the only thing that I know

I was made to love you

The things that I see

Don't know what they mean

But this I threw in

Good to be all dolled up

The things that we see

You never come clean

But you know what we mean

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