Spacehunter: Adventures In The Forbidden Zone Page #2

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Where were they headed?

So if you give me some nibbles|and take me wheeling, I'll track you to 'em.

Without me you ain't going to find 'em|in a millonium.

A "millonium"?

Okay.

Get in.

I want clothes like they got or else no deal.

The food better be Earth food or forget it.

I mean, you gotta "...."

You'd better be nice, you need me.

That way!

What's all this junk back here?

I thought Earthers traveled in style,|you know? Everything modern and all.

You really drive an old wreck.

This "wreck" is a collectors item.|I made it myself.

There's a Scav camp out that way.

But Scavs are no problem.|It's Zoners you got to watch out for.

They're bad luck for you.

They're badder for girls like me.|They eat you.

But they can't eat big,|so they just razor off an arm or a leg...

...and keep going like that for days.

There's no thermal fever,|'cause we're still away from the Zone.

When we get down in,|don't drive close to the cliffs...

"...'"cause they'll whack you straight.|Are we gonna eat soon?

You know, you're real lucky I'm here.|'Cause if I wasn't...

...you'd probably be spewered|by the Chemist your first day out.

"Spewered"? Where'd you learn to talk?

I talk Earther, like you.|Learned from my aunt.

So you're real lucky I'm here.|Real lucky, that's all I gotta say.

If that's all you've got to say,|then I am lucky.

Lieutenant, I hear our lovely Vultures.

Can you tell if they have the girls?

Can you see them, yet? Are they pretty?

I do hope they're young and soft,|but not fat.

Young girls are so much nicer to touch.

Especially if they have no scars.

Overdog is put off by scars.

Can you see if they have any scars?

What are you doing to me?

Let me go!

-Move! Move!|-Where are we?

Are they missing any limbs?

I hate it when they have missing limbs.

What's for food?

Hot dogs.

Don't fix none for me.

-I thought you were starving for Earth food.|-I don't eat no dogs.

Scavs eat dogs. I thought Earthers|were supposed to eat good.

-It isn't a dog, they just call it that.|-How come?

Look, if you want to eat, eat.|If you don't want to eat, don't.

You really think you're tough, don't you?

Tough enough.

I know some people|who'd eat you for breakfast.

I never said I wouldn't eat dog.|I just said I don't eat it that much.

What's that?

A sleeping bag.

You mean, we just crawl in?|Sleep in that bag thing?

Not we. Me.

What about me?

-What about you?|-Where do I sleep?

That's your problem.

You know, there's room for two in there|if they was cozy.

Well, we ain't cozy.

Goodnight.

If he don't like women, that's his problem.

They are pretty.|Much better than the last ones.

Overdog is going to be so pleased.

I demand you transmit rescue co-ordinates|to the nearest Earth Star Base.

-Under Galactic Law, you can't hold us--|-Silence.

Overdog is our gracious lord and protector.

He is above all laws but his own.

He and I have mined|and scoured this planet of all its riches...

...just for the use and pleasure|of our friends.

You will be friends...

...won't you?

Please, we just want to go home.

You will feel at home here.|I promise you, my dear...

...after a little mood enhancer.

What's your problem? I was cold, okay?|Is that so bad?

What are you doing?

Let me down! Let go of me!

Let go of me!

Why did you have to go|and get my clothes all wet?

'Cause your clothes need it.|And so do you.

You probably want to stand and watch...

...and get all excited|when I dry out my stuff, right?

-Don't flatter yourself, kid.|-Scum-eater!

Why you miserable, little, filthy,|rat-ass Scavenger.

I'm not a Scav, I'm an Earth girl!

Good. Maybe now|you're going to smell like one.

You scum, let go of me!

Behind the other ear.

Okay, rinse.

Once more.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Why, you're nothing but a baby.

Maybe you think I'm nothing,|but there are people who think different...

...and they're looking for me even.

I don't have to go around|beggin' no Earthie...

...for no warm place to snooze|or anything to eat or"...."

What the hell is that?

It's probably just the Chemist,|hauling drugs.

He won't come in here.

Any more predictions?

Okay, I was wrong.

Get down.

Grab the stuff and get in the scrambler.

Hi.

How are ya?

Son of a b*tch! God!

Wolff!

All right, Wolff, get up! Come on, get up!

It's the oldest trick in the book.

I didn't fall for it in training,|and I'm sure not going to fall for it now.

So, get up!

Wolff!

You're getting soft, Washington.|Must be past your prime.

At least I had a prime.|You're still waiting for yours to arrive.

And you're getting nasty|in your old age, too.

Must be all those years in the Service.

The Service ain't so bad.

Since you left they made me Sector Chief.

Imagine that.

Only 14 years of taking orders|and already you're Chief of Terra Sector.

In that garbage heap of the universe.

Just looking at you, Wolff,|I see you're doin' real good for yourself.

I'm glad you noticed.

You know, most people|like to stick with something.

But you, you're like fly sh*t on the window:

The first little breeze that blows|and you're gone.

That's good. You're becoming|a real philosopher.

Just look at it!

Look at what you did!

It's ruined!

Yeah, well"...."

Okay, you get me towed out of here,|and between you and me...

...and these machines, we got it made.

Where'd you get|this overgrown snowplow?

I borrowed it.

Off some gents down the road.

You're here after those three Earth girls|the same as me.

The only difference is that it's my job.

I could put you in life-freeze for being here.

But what the hell. You help me out,|I'll make it worth your while.

You'll probably come out of this|with at least 500 Megs.

What are friends for?

Forget it, Chromedome.|We don't need your help.

So why don't you just dig a hole|and crawl in?

Come on, Jack, let's hit the trail.

Where'd you buy the Scav?

I'm not a Scav and I'm not a buy!|I'm an Earther!

He's just dead weight.|We can be there in a couple of days...

...and won't have to split the reward|with nobody.

Okay, I'll cut you in for 750.

And that's more than you're worth.

Let me think about it.

You'll be here, won't you?

Look...

...at least leave my gun?

I'm sorry. I totally forgot.

You're gonna need a partner.

He's already got a partner.

Have a nice swim.

What are you looking at?

I'm not just looking, I'm brainworking you.

Anybody smart would have melted|that black Scav and cleaned him bare.

Then, we could've taken his truck and|split it down the middle, like the reward.

About this partnership"...."

What about it?

Partners we ain't.

You track me to the Zone...

...I give you food, and that's it.

I can handle the brainworks for both of us.

Holy sh*t!

Jump a lizard, Scav.

This has to be the Zone.

No, not yet.

Then what are you looking scared for?

I'm not scared!

It's just that we're riding real close|to the Chemist.

I've been hiding from him forever|in my caves.

You better hurry up and find us safe|and sound. Sleep-light's fallin' real fast.

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