The Food of the Gods Page #2

Let's see if we can

find Ma and Pa Kettle.

I don't see anybody.

Mr. Skinner!

Hello!

Anybody around?

He said he'd be here.

Well, maybe he's out back, huh?

Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry, miss.

I thought you was...

Well, I don't know what...

My heads all mixed up.

It was them coming in.

Mr. Skinner said they would.

What happened to your arm?

It was the big worms, miss,

crawling horrible things.

And then the rats came.

Rats?

In the barn, awful giant rats.

Well, we're looking for

Mr. Skinner.

What do you want him for?

Well, we were supposed

to meet him out here today.

Mr. Skinner didn't

come home last night.

Maybe he stayed

over in the city.

Well, that doesn't matter. You can

show us whatever you have out here.

But Mr. Skinner never stays

away overnight. Never.

Are you trying to tell me I've

wasted my time coming out here?

Did you make a money deal with him?

No, not exactly.

Then, I'm afraid I can't

show you our secret.

It wouldn't be right.

Look, I didn't travel all the way

out here to this goddamn hole

to see some dead

chicken carcasses.

Now, do you have something

you want to sell or haven't you?

Hold it, Jack. Why don't you just try

being a little human for a change?

Mrs. Skinner, we have

to get back to the city.

Couldn't you show us what

your husband fed the chickens?

I won't let Mr. Bensington take

advantage of you, I promise.

All right, miss, I'll show you.

I don't care what happens.

I just want my husband

to be with me again.

See?

That's what your husband

brought us out here for?

Just like Mr. Skinner

found it.

Just like that one day.

At first he thought it was oil,

and it was gonna make us rich.

Come on, Lorna.

But wait a minute, Jack,

wait a minute. Look at this.

I've never seen

anything like it.

Mrs. Skinner,

how did your husband

happen to feed it

to the chickens?

Well, when we found

out it weren't no oil,

There was nothing to do about it,

so we fed it to the chicks.

Right out of

the ground like that?

No, miss.

Nothing'll eat it unless

we mix it with chicken feed.

And did all the chickens grow?

Only the baby chicks.

Nothing seemed to

effect the grown ones.

Nothing at all.

Nothing happens to the full-grown

chickens, is that right?

Well, they didn't grow none,

if that's what you mean.

But I didn't say

nothing happened to them.

Well, what did happen?

They got ate by

the real big ones.

Come on, Lorna.

Mrs. Skinner...

I don't like you.

Well, if that stuff

is worth anything,

I'd like an option until Miss Scott,

here gets the stuff analyzed.

I don't want nothing

more to do with you.

You didn't take me seriously

back there, did you?

I was only

having a little joke.

Jack, look!

Oh, thank you.

Did you see them?

It was last night.

They were right there

in the middle of the road.

Right in front of us.

We almost hit one.

What were they?

They couldn't have been

what they looked like.

Yes, they were.

They were these huge rats.

I've never seen

anything so ugly in my life.

All right, we'll pull you out

and you follow us.

It won't help.

I busted my rear axle.

Are you going

back into the city?

Well, we have to make

a stop at a farm, first,

then we'll be going right back.

Okay, but if we're still here,

can we get a ride

back with you then?

I think you'd

better come with us now.

Oh, that's all right,

we'll be okay.

We'll just stay inside the bus.

Morgan.

You okay?

Damn fortunate

you happened along.

Yeah. Well, actually,

we didn't just happen along.

We came out here

to see Mr. Skinner.

What about?

Are you Mr. Skinner?

No, I'm not Mr. Skinner.

Do you know about the food

the Skinners have up here?

Yeah, a little.

Well, I can tell you right now,

if you're entertaining

any intentions

of becoming involved,

you're too late.

My company controls all rights.

Well, then, maybe

it's not Mr. Skinner

I want to see after all, is it?

I'm not interested

in any partners.

Until Mr. Skinner

comes home and says

he wants you to have our food,

Mr. Bensington,

nobody owns nothing but us.

The good Lord give it to us

to do as we please.

Well, it would appear

you were just moved back

three spaces and lose a turn.

Well, anyway,

my company has first refusal.

Miss Scott here was present when

Mr. Skinner made us an offer.

That was yesterday morning.

Well, then, I suppose legally,

you just might be right.

No question about it.

Good.

When I throw our charges with the

district attorney, I'll know who to name.

What the hell

are you talking about?

Second degree murder, I guess

that's what they'll call it.

My friend was killed by your wasps

yesterday afternoon.

They're not my wasps.

Well, if you own the stuff

that made them grow,

I guess you're liable

for whatever they do.

Now, wait a minute.

Oh, we'll wait

more than a minute.

My buddy here

and I are going to

give you a hand

in cleaning them out.

Well, you'd better get the hell

off this land. You're trespassing.

Sorry, can't do that.

We'll have to get

the wasps in their nests,

and they don't go

home till after dark.

Dirty bastards!

I'm Lorna Scott.

Oh, you're with

Mr. Wonderful over there?

I'm in charge of the bacteriostasis

in his plant, yes.

It must be fascinating work.

Since you're dying to know

what it is, I shall tell you.

I keep the bacteria growth

within an acceptable tolerance.

How interesting.

Brian, we're gonna need something

that'll work for a wick.

Maybe some rope rubbed down with

powder from our shotgun shells,

and some plaster or cement.

See if the Skinners have any, okay?

You don't like women around when

you're doing your thing, do you?

What's my thing?

Facing danger.

I don't mind.

Are you sure?

What's there to mind?

Oh, can I come along?

Why not?

It won't be easy, but I think

I can learn to like you.

You're the first man I've met

who has balls enough

to beat Bensington

at one-upmanship.

Really?

You're nice yourself.

Thomas, she kicked.

Right here.

Like what you see?

I realize I'm not very attractive

being so pregnant

and all, but...

No, it's not that.

I just guess the whole thing

wasn't such a good idea, after all.

I just thought we could

see things more clearly.

Thomas, I'm seeing

things very clearly,

and I'm not going

to change my mind.

But it's my baby.

I want it to have my name.

She'll have her own name.

Did anybody ever tell you,

you're crazy?

Why? Because I'm happy

we're having a baby?

It'll be the same kid

even though we're married.

But our relationship won't be,

yours and mine.

But what's the difference,

damn it?

We're still

the same two people.

Just tell me

what the difference

a lousy marriage certificate has

to do with our relationship?

Hey, that is exactly what

I'm talking about. Nothing!

And that's why

I don't want one.

Thomas, look at me.

You love me, don't you?

And I love you.

We live together.

We grow together.

Do you believe that?

It's huge.

Come on, let's get

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