Neighbor Page #4

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Heavens to Betsy.

I wasn't expecting such a bonfire.

You do know where

all this is going, don't you?

Why?

"Why"?

"Why"?

Because...

Well, doesn't matter anymore.

I'm not retarded, I just act a fool

Hey.

You must be the girl.

- I am.

- I'm Mike. How you doing?

Oh, hey. Nice to meet you.

I made some drinks.

Mind telling me if they're too strong?

I don't think that's possible.

Good. My kind of guy.

It smells in here. What is that smell?

I tried to make some "ors devores,"

but the blue Hawaiians look

like they turned out better.

You gonna join me?

Yeah. Yeah.

And in the yard, I saw Sam's car

out there, too. Where's he?

Next door feeding the cat.

But Don's on his way, so...

Nice. Looks like you've

had a few already.

Yes. Started early.

Here is to a night to remember.

And to drinking

with bow-legged women.

- Bow-legged women.

- Right.

You know, I'm sorry we didn't have

more time to play.

Yeah.

Think I used too much?

Mike.

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

You never told me

if you liked my outfit.

I made it myself.

God grant me the strength...

To do what, Don?

Give you the strength

to get up and walk out of here?

Grant me the strength, God,

to kill this f***ing b*tch.

Yes, God,

give me strength.

I dare you.

Would you guys like some?

I'm good.

Having a good time?

Pretzels? Pretzels? No?

- Hey.

- How are you?

Have we met?

Oh, no. I don't think so.

Don hired me to help with the studio.

Right on. Nice to meet you.

- Good to meet you.

- Yeah.

You have a little red

on your neck there.

I was printing shirts for the boss.

- I'm a mess.

- Well, where are those guys?

- Smoking up inside.

- Of course.

I'm gonna go find them.

I cannot wait to hear the record.

Oh, God. No. Me, too.

I guess they don't really

call it a record, though, huh?

Anymore. What do they call it?

- You know what? I'm sorry-

- An album?

Album. They were sending me

out for an ice run.

- I got to run. I'll catch up with you later.

- Wait a minute.

Don't let them make you

do sh*t like that.

You know what? You're so sweet.

- It's my job.

- All right.

- It's all good.

- All right.

Well, we'll talk about that

when you get back.

- Absolutely. Looking forward to it.

- Okay. All right.

- Okay.

- All right.

Hey, at least they caught

that a**hole, right?

Now you don't have to worry

about getting killed in the streets.

The- Who- What-

The guy on TV.

The Shawn Gracey guy

who escaped from prison.

They caught him.

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah.

Great.

That's a good thing, then.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Anyway...

- Yeah.

- Well, we'll talk.

- Yeah.

- Bye. Nice to meet you.

- Have fun at the party.

- All right.

Hey! Hey!

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't pee. No, no.

Guys? Guys?

Hello?

Can't f***ing see.

I can't f***ing see anything!

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