Six-String Samurai Page #2

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Free in a box of Crackerjacks?

Prom tickets ?

A trip to Disneyland ?

A hundred bucks ?

You know, we don't get too

many new guys around here...

A lot of King wannabees,

on their way to Vegas...

Of course, not you.

You're The King, yeah !

Exit ? Stage... left.

- Do you know who I am ?

- No.

Buddy... Death...

Well, what do you know ? It talks.

Wait a minute.

What's the rush ?

Let's savour

this rare moment, kid.

Hey, four eyes !

They say you can kill 200 men

and play a mean six-string

at the same time.

Is that really true ?

Hey, I'm talking to you, old man !

What's the matter ?

You scared ?

You don't wanna be like me, kid...

Go home, start a family,

get a picket fence.

And get a real guitar !

Stop playing around !

Now I know how to

defeat the four eyed one...

His heart is his weakness.

The boy...

The boy makes him very uncool...

Do you like the beach, kid ?

Build sandcastles...

go surfing...

get a tan...

I used to love the beach

when I was a kid.

If you see any sea shells,

kid, let me know !

What's a beach !?

LOST VEGAS:

100 MILES

How much... further...?

Hey ! Four eyes !

I don't have a family...

This is it !

Hey ! Turn around !

You're a coward !

I gotta get a new gig.

Let somebody else be king.

You can still be a good king.

The '56 Chevy Bel Air can kick

a '47 Buick Roadmaster's ass any day,

at least on the

first quarter mile that is...

You come all this

way without saying squat,

and now you're

trying to tell me a '56 Chevy

can beat a '47 Buick

in a dead quarter mile ?

I liked you better when

you weren't saying squat, kid.

Go to bed.

Buddy...

What ?

I'm afraid of

that Spinach Monster thing.

Hollow body, six-string...

I know that sound.

Good shooting, boys.

Who are you ?

Death.

Cool... you here for me ?

You and every other rock'n'roller

out to claim my throne.

Give me the guitar

and Ill let the child go.

I hope you guys can play...

Stop him !

Swell...

Spinach monster !

Hit it !

Plenty of others left to kill...

Another one for the Arena...

Welcome to hell, boy !

Tag !

You're it !

How do you like hell ?

Loser !

I hate kids !

I really hate kids.

Put 'em up !

Loser !

Who do you think

you are, a windmill ?

Just clock the creep.

Get up !

Hit me !

I dare you to hit me !

Come on !

Child!

You are the victor!

You have been chosen

by the windmill god !

And now you will

be sacrificed to him !

If I were you, I'd run...

If you were me,

you'd be good looking.

That's not nice... Get him !

Oh goody, another sacrifice!

Bow down before the

great and powerful windmill god.

What, you're expecting

someone bigger ?

Hurry it up, I'm hungry.

Yes oh mighty windmill god!

Bring in the other one,

I'm still hungry!

Swell...

Well I'll be...

Looks like I'm gonna

make my gig in Vegas after all !

Caller 22, you're on the air

with the Werewolf.

Hey, Wolfie ! I can't

believe I got through !

I never call these shows.

Well you only have to get

picked by the Wolf once, baby,

then you're hooked for life !

Yesterday, I was out cruising,

these ruskie cats stopped

my ride, and asked to see my papers,

and made me sing

the ruskie national anthem !

By the way,

I think the King should--

Yah baby, this one's going

out to all you freedom fighters

holding back the red plague on the

rock'n'roller's frontline to Vegas !

Keep the faith, baby,

we're waiting for The King.

Don't let us down, you King !

Here we go again !

I'll handle this.

How much further to Vegas, comrade ?

No one goes to

Lost Vegas without papers.

No one, four eyes !

Okay...

Comrads !

So this isn't going to be

as easy as I thought.

We'd skin you alive

for a six-pack, Americanski.

This is my road,

you are in Soviet territory

No one goes through. No one !

You're screwed, Buddy ol'pal.

The war is over, baby.

It's been over for years.

I'm the new

rock'n'roll king of Vegas.

So all you commies, step aside.

I do not like rock'n'roll music !

It is too loud.

I like folk music.

Soft, nice music, uh ?

Polka ?

What ? Anything !

I don't do polka, baby.

No one rock'n'roll in Lost Vegas !

Papers, no papers.

Understand ? No one !

Come on!

Float away, little butterfly,

just flutter away...

Don't go...

If you scratch my guitar,

I'll kill you !

Don't go !

This isn't going to

be as easy as I thought.

Why don't he just shoot him ?

We haven't had bullets since '57 !

Tiger claw !

Tiger claw ! Go, go !

Kid ?

Kid ?

Kid ?

Buddy !

Buddy ?

- It was him...

- It was him !

He was here...

Only one man could kill

this many Russians...

Bring his guitar to me...

This time, no mistakes,

or it'll be your heads !

Hit it !

He's really pissed off !

Pissed off...

Don't let the four eyes

reach Vegas alive !

Vegas...

Congratulations, kid...

We made it !

Vegas !

Freeze, sucker !

Surrender the sword,

and hand over the guitar

or the kid gets it !

- Get him...

- Yeah, get it !

You have an appointment with Death !

Four eyes...

Keep going, kid !

Congratulations,

you've been the only one

to escape my grasp...

Swell...

I heard you were

an excellent player,

but you are much too naive...

You surrender too easily...

Relinquish what is mine.

Looking for this ?

Take it ! It's yours...

You disappoint me...

I only take what's valuable to you.

You can't have him !

Oh, really ?

Then perhaps if you

won't play for yourself,

you will play for the boy's soul !

Enough !

Stick him, boys...

It stopped...

Buddy...

They're coming !

I've got an appointment with Death !

Admit it !

You are weak

and you've been defeated.

Now...

Bend before the ways

of Heavy Metal !

You were the last...

Soon Vegas will be all mine !

Leave him alone !

Is that blood ?

Stupid child !

Stay back !

What are you doing ?!

He killed Top Hat !

- Top Hat ?

- Nobody kills Top Hat !

You've killed Death !

- Killed him...

- Yeah...

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Call us...

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