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The Food of the Gods
Hit it, hit it!
Way to go.
I'm trying here.
Way to go, Jay Parks!
Okay, let's go.
Forward eye.
6-22. X-3. Okay?
Right.
On one, on one. Ready?
Six.
Six.
Two.
Six. Three. Four.
My name is Morgan.
I play football.
We worked our butts off trying to get
it together for the big Sunday game.
So the coach told us to knock it off,
and relax for a few days.
One of my teammates, Davis,
came up with the idea that
we head out to the island.
He went ahead to
make the arrangements.
into coming along.
I felt the day off
would do him some good, too.
It'll be great to be
in the country again,
and enjoy some
of the open spaces
that man hasn't screwed up
with his technology.
My father used to say, "Morgan,
"one of these days
the earth will get even
"with man for messing her up
with his garbage.
"Just let man
continue to pollute the earth
"the way he is,
and nature will rebel.
"And it's going to be
one hell of a rebellion."
Of course,
I never took him seriously,
he looked at me when he said,
"You'll never know when and
where it's going to happen.
"And once it starts, you'll never
know how and when it'll stop."
It's funny how my father's
prediction comes to mind
when I go to the country,
like today.
Venison tonight, right?
.We haven't got him yet
We will.
They've got it!
Go on, beat it.
Hey, what'd you do that for?
Come on, Davis. We won. The poor
bastard lost. What more do you want?
Get out of here.
Hey, come on, let him go.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Jesus.
Oh, my God.
You stay with him, Brian,
I'll be right back, okay?
Hello.
Hello?
Hello.
Hello?
Where the hell did you get
those goddamn chickens?
Hey, do you know those
bastards almost killed me, huh?
You had no business in there.
Look, my name is Morgan.
I need a telephone.
There's been a bad accident
in the woods out there.
My friend is dead.
We don't have no phone.
Well, where can I find one?
None nearby, you can't.
We're the only farm
on this end of the island.
What? No one else?
That horse, did you get it from
the stable near the ferry landing?
Yes, I did.
Well, when you take it back,
they got a phone.
Thanks a lot. By the time I get
there I won't need one.
Please, mister...
Could you take a
look at something that
scared the wits out of me?
Hey, look, lady, I've already
seen your chickens.
No.
No, this is something else.
I wouldn't ask
if Mr. Skinner was here.
The Lord knows I wouldn't.
But I'm frightened
they've got to it.
What do you mean, "they"?
Please, mister,
will you take a quick look,
and tell me if you think,
it's what I think it is?
Please.
Look.
Do those look
like ratholes to you?
Yeah, they sure do.
I knew it.
They got at the food.
They must've.
Is this what you've been
feeding those chickens?
No. This is the way
it comes to us from the Lord.
The chickens
won't touch none of it,
unless we mix it with
the meal and the bran.
Yeah, well, that wasp seems to
like it well enough.
I mean, what is it?
The good Lord give it to us
'cause we're deserving people.
And we pray regularly, we do.
And the Lord is
going to see to it
that we don't need
money no more. Never.
Look, lady,
I don't think you realize
how dangerous this
Mr. Skinner's in
the city this minute,
making a big, important
money deal for this food.
That's what he's doing,
right now,
at the same time
we're standing here talking.
Yeah, but that's not
gonna help very much
chickens have gotten into this food.
Well, nothing on our farm
killed your friend,
if that's what you're thinking.
Lady, how large do you think
those rats will grow
if they've gotten into
this food of yours, huh?
Mr. Skinner'll know
what to do,
no matter what ate it up.
He'll know exactly what to do.
Yeah, well, I hope so,
because I'll be coming back.
I didn't think
we'd be going back like this.
Yeah.
What do we do now?
I guess we let
We gotta tell him
what we think, don't we?
No, I don't think so.
I mean, we'd sound like
telling the District Attorney
killed our buddy, wouldn't we?
How many times you been
busted up playing pro ball?
I don't know.
I don't think
there's a guy in the league
who hasn't been
laid out once or twice.
Except Davis.
Been playing with the team
for seven years.
Never even been
carried off the field.
Yeah, so what's the point?
So, what I want to know is,
how does a guy with all that luck
have this happen to him?
Well, I guess his luck ran out.
Oh, excuse me, sir.
Yes?
Anything happen today, sir?
Happen?
Like, unusual.
Well, a man was killed stag
hunting on one of the islands.
Fell off his horse.
You mean, unusual like that?
Not exactly.
I saw the body.
His two friends
brought him across.
He was all swollen and ugly.
You know what I mean?
I don't suppose
his friends said anything
about seeing some
big things, did they?
Anything of that sort, sir?
God!
Oh, God!
Who's there?
Lord, save me, save me.
I just came from
the coroner's office.
Yeah, what'd he say?
From the amount of
poison in his body,
he estimates that Davis was stung
by no less than 250 wasps.
Jesus.
Come on, let's go.
Where to?
The farm.
Come on, what do you want
to go out there for?
The ride.
Well, I'd like to
go along with you,
but I'm splitting for
Chicago tonight, remember?
Come on, Brian, will you?
Hey, baby, if I don't set up
that promotion in Chicago,
you jocks ain't gonna have too many
fans watching you play football.
Come on, you know darn well
you don't have to be there
for at least two days.
Well, all right.
If the truth were known,
I'm really not all that ecstatic
about going out there
with you, Morgan, you know.
Oh, Tom, come on.
Please hurry.
Tom, get it going.
Oh!
Oh, please stop.
Please.
Please, please stop!
Why didn't you stop?
What for?
The girl was pregnant.
So?
So she wanted something, Jack.
Maybe they were in trouble.
lt can wait.
We'll pick them up on the way back
You don't care about anybody
but yourself, do you?
Is that what you think of me?
I think you're
the most selfish man I know.
So why do you work for me?
Because jobs for
female bacteriologists
are just not that
easy to find, Jack.
So who told you to be one?
You're a bastard,
did you know that?
As a matter of fact, I do.
Oh, Tom,
I don't know what we're gonna do.
.Just stay calm
Don't worry about
a thing, sweetheart.
Who put this goddamn gate here?
Hey, what's that?
Oh, my God!
What do you suppose killed them?
Well, whatever it was, it did
a good job on the barn doors.
I'm really impressed, Jack
. How about you?
Well, I don't know. You can't
tell much when they're dead.
How do we know some clown
didn't make this thing
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