Unlucky Stars Page #7

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If you so much

as loosen anything or even try,

I'm just gonna have these guys

beat the crap out of you.

Whoa.

What are those?

Which one of those goes

into his eye?

Now, see, here's the thing...

Your boy, Tomas,

he owed my dad a pretty penny.

But someone couldn't collect

before stabbing him.

He's talking with the tape

on his mouth.

You see what I mean?

This could be very frustrating.

Take it off.

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

You think that hurts?

Untie me now.

Fight me like real men.

Why are you trying...

Listen, my boys

saw Tomas give you something

and then you disappeared.

So now, unfortunately,

you're stuck

holding your friend's bill.

We're gonna start the collection

with whatever it is

Tomas gave you.

Tomas would have never

given out his autograph

to anyone like you.

Wow.

This guy's a lunatic.

You know, put the tape back on.

Can you put something sharp

in his face?

Maybe speed this process

up a little bit?

See what we have to put up with

because you

can't control yourself?

Now, this fools

out here all by himself,

too stupid to understand that...

Ken?

Come on, Sam.

He had nothing

to do with Tomas's debt.

He was just at the wrong place

at the wrong...

when did you start

caring so much?

Ah. Nick's substitute.

You know, Kenny?

You better walk away right now

and live with the fact

that I'm gonna be giving you

some very negative reviews

online, pal.

Who the hell is this guy?

So you gonna let him go?

Private investigator turned

superhero... Ken Champaco.

No, you know what? Shoot him.

All of them.

Seriously?

Neither of you guys

are carrying?

'Cause you know I don't.

This guy just brought a bucket

of tools, some plastic,

had enough room for a chair,

but no gun?

I see now why you guys have been

doing my dad's b*tch work.

Now would be an excellent time

to redeem yourself.

Now hurry this up.

I'll just be a minute.

Not bad...

For a fat guy.

You're still fat.

Come on. Hit me.

Ha!

Aah!

Where's the rest of them, man?

We got them. We got them.

Can you check on him?

Please? All right.

So what do we do now?

Carl's obviously gonna come

after us,

and then him and then David.

I think we should wait

to hear from Stan.

Yeah, where is Stan?

What is he doing?

Aargh!

All right, so,

since I know every piece of sh*t

that you're gonna hire to go

after me and my buddies,

I think it's safe to assume

that we're done here, right?

Don't you know

what kind of movie this is?

First you finish him,

then we fight.

- Cheap shot.

- What did you say?

I said, "cheap shot."

I wasn't ready.

I was gonna kick you ass.

Oh, would you?

Yeah.

Let's go!

Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Aah!

Argh!

Argh!

All right.

All right, and then push me.

Watch it.

Lucas is gonna

fall outside the window

into these boxes and mats.

What?

I'm just gonna kick his ass.

Action.

And one, two, three.

Cut!

Good shot, good shot.

Oh, man.

- Come on, come on, come on.

- Oh, sh*t! Sorry.

Now you gotta trip him.

Oh, sh*t.

Nice, man.

You all right?

Sorry.

Let's go, man.

Cut.

- Ready?

- Yeah, you?

Yeah.

Last time.

I'm gonna get a sandwich.

Oh, hit cut.

Hey, Nick, remember that thing

I was telling you about?

You know, like, back in '84?

Uh... No.

- Weren't you a baby?

- There it is.

I don't know man.

I still want to be a p.I.

You know, I got a kid now.

So, what,

you want to buy a taco truck?

Who's gonna run it?

I can cook, man.

Okay. I can't.

Can you ride a skateboard?

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