Peelers Page #4

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finish the f***ing game.

About f***ing time.

- Remy?

No.

This is for Remy,

you oily cocksucker.

- Sweet Jesus.

- You bastard!

You turned off the

power, the water.

- It's my bar now.

- Not yet.

- It's after midnight,

check the fine print.

- We're sitting on an

oil mine, aren't we?

- For a small town stripper,

you're fairly quick.

- Well, you're in

for a real treat,

because it's anything but oil.

It's much worse.

- Oh, on the contrary,

all the better.

Five carbon atoms per molecule.

100% linear paraffins.

No fluid catalytic

cracking required.

Sure, all that's Swahili to you,

but, in laymen's terms,

it means that I

am sitting on the

lightest grade of crude oil

the world has ever seen.

Black magic.

It is perfect.

And with no sign of peak

oil for years to come,

I'm sittin' on the jackpot.

- Does this look like

the jackpot to you?

- Unfortunate, but

necessary casualties.

We're still tryin'

to work it out.

- You knew.

- It's time.

- What?

- It's time, it's time.

- No, no, no, no, look.

Blue Jean's gonna be

back in just a second.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

We need water.

We need water and blankets.

- There's no f***ing

water, Logan.

- Right, right,

right, okay, okay.

- It's coming.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- Once in your god

damn life help me.

- Okay, okay.

What, what?

- Your hands are

f***ing freezing.

- Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- Get back in there!

- The first extraction

didn't go so well.

There were some unusual

chemical compounds in the mix.

Let's call it a

work in progress.

- A work in progress?

Your black magic is

killing everyone.

You have to shut it down.

- Shut it down?

That is not an option.

My black magic is one of mother

earth's finest resources,

although it is a bit

of a two edged sword.

It's also her latest

biological weapon.

And she's unleashed

plenty over the years.

Influenza, Ebola, aids.

All in an attempt to get rid

of her worst viral infection.

Mankind.

And she has caused some

damage, to be sure.

But we do manage to

survive, don't we?

And that's really

what its all about,

survival of the fittest.

And even the likes of

you can understand that.

Right?

BJ?

- You have a little

something right here.

Another unfortunate casualty?

- Oh.

Don't call me BJ.

Suck oil.

Son of a b*tch.

- It's a girl.

- A girl!

- No!

- Alright, fuckwad,

let's do this.

What the f*** are

you doing, Jean?

- BJ.

BJ.

BJ, BJ, BJ.

BJ, BJ, BJ.

BJ, BJ, BJ.

BJ, BJ, BJ.

- Don't.

- BJ, BJ, BJ.

- Call.

- BJ, BJ, BJ.

- Me.

- BJ, BJ, BJ, BJ!

- BJ!

Why don't you just f***ing...

- Looks like I just struck oil.

Piss off.

- Carla?

- Remy?

F***!

You think your bike still works?

- She's seen worse.

- Good, because

we're gonna need it.

Know what else they say

doesn't mix with oil?

I've been meaning to ask you,

where'd you get the

name for the bar?

- We'll save that

story for a rainy day.

Hey, officers.

- Hey, blue.

We're out celebrating

this this f***er tonight.

- Oh yeah, what are

you celebrating?

- Carter here finally got laid.

- Looks like he's been

celebrating since last Tuesday.

- Oh, this is nothin' blue.

He'll be drinkin' for all

of us 'til next payday.

- He's untouchable.

He'll be the last

man standing tonight.

- You haven't seen

anything like this guy.

We've tried everything to

get this f***er to pass out.

- I bet I can make him pass out.

- I bet you a hundred

dollars you can't.

- I'll give you 'til midnight.

If you don't pass out by then,

I'll give you everything

I make tonight.

- You're on.

- But, if I win,

I get your bike.

- What, his patrol bike?

- You're on.

- Are you crazy?

Your patrol bike?

Think about this.

- I got it covered.

- You're insane.

Good luck, Carter.

- Tequila.

Ooh, it's gonna be

easier than I thought.

Alright, gentlemen,

the moment you've been

holding on to your balls for.

It's the lovely, the

luscious, the lusty, luminous,

blue Jean.

- Titty balls,

titty balls, titty balls,

titty balls, titty

balls, titty balls,

titty balls, titty

balls, titty balls,

titty balls, titty

balls, titty balls.

- Titty balls,

titty balls, titty balls,

titty balls, titty

balls, titty balls,

titty balls, titty

balls, titty balls,

titty balls, titty

balls, titty balls,

titty balls, titty

balls, titty balls.

- Carter, Carter, Carter.

- Would you look at that?

Carter's passed out.

- You should see

my knuckle ball.

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