Zombie Strippers! Page #3

And vodka.

Hey, Lilith, you wake up.

I talk to you.

Oh, my God.

She's dead.

No, I'm not.

Figures. Go ahead, kiss her ass.

You have the personality of clay.

Spineless jellyfish.

Kat says jump and you grovel,

begging her to tell you how high.

Yeah. When she says "zombie,"

you say, "how dead?"

You're surprised?

Actually, there's more.

Kat eat nice boy.

But leftovers still alive.

-Cool.

-How's it feel?

Death.

It's like snow and the stars.

That's pretty.

I remember once lying in the snow

under a clear blanket of stars.

And there were so many stars.

I couldn't comprehend

what it was like...

...that vast and noble void.

But now...

...I understand it.

I feel I'm a part of it.

That infinite nothingness.

I wanna strip. Who's on?

F*** it, I'm gonna dance.

Death is good.

Okay.

It looks like war has been declared.

Give it up for Jeannie.

The dance of the bruised ego.

Get off!

-Go away.

-Come on, you're trash.

-You're done, b*tch.

-Bring us Lilith!

-You suck!

-Lilith!

You.

Oh, baby, you are morbid.

I love your tongue.

Oh, wow, this is so f***ing cool.

I love your tongue.

This is starting to creep me out.

Come on. Come on.

Okay, not too bad.

Just back away slowly.

These things don't move so well.

Oh, really?

You seen those putas dance?

They move pretty good to me, all right.

What are you staring at, dog?

You know me?

You look at me like you know me.

I'm from East Lo. I'm crazy.

Bite me, man.

Hey. Hey, come on. Basement,

basement. Take it to the basement.

In the cage. In another cage.

Get in there, fella.

Yeah. Yeah, that should hold him.

Well, I think the spillover

zombie problem's been solved.

-Where are they?

-ln there.

Good, good. Okay, quick,

everybody out, everybody out.

Come on, come on. Get out, out, out.

Home. Piss off.

Come on, get out of here.

Make like a tree

and get the f*** out of here.

Beauty.

Yeah, baby.

Those graveless gutter sluts

are gonna make us a mint, bro.

Now, you know,

the law of the universe dictates...

...that the whole thing

could turn into a world of sh*t.

Well, hey...

...it's me.

Yeah.

That's what worries me.

Who's there?

Are you following me?

What? No. I was-- I was just--

There was this--

-You should have seen this thing back--

-Davis. Davis, look.

You need to stay far away from me

right now.

There's something going on

that I don't even understand.

So just go home. And, Davis?

-Lock your door.

-Yeah, sure.

Sh*t.

Bye-bye.

Take me.

I want it. I want it now.

I love you.

Love is dead.

Great tits, huh?

Yes. But what does it mean?

Here I am, sweet thing.

The god of love in the flesh.

Flesh.

Hey, baby. Nice to meet you.

Meat.

Girl, I've been dying

to get a lap dance with you.

Go.

Back. Back, you not-so-dead

nice boy missing face.

Back.

-Close the door.

-You hold that switch from up there.

Get away from him.

-Get in.

-Step back.

Hey.

See? Piece of f***ing cake.

Baby, we are gonna make an un-killing.

Don't tell me

you're going through with this.

I have to.

You can't compete

with what's out there.

I'm thinking of getting Kat to,

you know.

For my nana.

That's an excuse and you know it.

Perhaps.

But listen to that.

That acceptance, that praise,

the confidence in that.

The sense of pride and self.

It's not a sense of self out there,

but regression towards the mean.

But it's so f***ing cool.

Okay, girls, go home.

Tomorrow.

I'll do it tomorrow.

-Dude, that place is so awesome.

-I'm going back tomorrow, man.

Hello, darling.

You want to party with the love doctor?

Hey.

I like knives.

Okay.

But kind of kinky.

Okay, okay.

You two have a good night, all right?

Damn, that chick's as cold

as the dead flesh...

...of a stripping zombie.

Jesus.

-Beautiful.

-Yeah?

Yeah.

Beautiful.

We have to stop her.

Yeah, she could get out, infect others.

F*** that.

I'm not letting her take the spotlight.

But she's always been the star.

I have never been booed

off stage before. Never.

Kat's reign ends

if it's the last thing I do.

-But what can you do?

-We need the source.

What happened to that guy, anyway?

-Hey, boss.

-Do me a favour...

...and hose yourself down

before you come in here.

Look, this zombie thing has gotta end.

The other girls can't get any stage time.

Have you any idea how much money

we're making right now?

Look, lan, these zombies,

they scare me.

I can't sleep. I'm having nightmares.

Don't worry about them, then.

They're murdering,

flesh-eating monsters.

-They're harmless.

-lan, this could spread everywhere.

If that's what fate brings our way,

then there's nothing we can do about it.

-No, that's fatalism. It's not me.

-Yeah, right.

-Whatever.

-What's that supposed to mean?

It means that you've never really

given a sh*t about anything anyway.

Why the f*** start now?

You've always just stood back

and watched and rolled your eyes.

-Yeah, well, this is different. It's evil.

-It's a trend.

It's a f***ing fad.

I don't trust you.

-You're planning something.

-Who, little old me?

Let me put it to you this way.

You are useless.

You're dead to me.

And I mean real dead, not undead dead.

You got nothing until you can do what

those zombie b*tches out there can do.

So get out, pack your sh*t...

...get on the bread truck

and haul f***ing buns.

What?

Suddenly, you have a sense of self?

Suddenly, she cares.

Hello.

Oh, my God.

Calm down.

Aren't you afraid of looking like that

in the future?

What future?

I don't know.

Come to Mama.

-What the f***'s your problem?

-I'm pathetic.

I won't argue that.

Coward. Worthless.

Ugly. Fat ass.

I hate you.

-Where is Jeannie?

-I don't know.

You go on the floor.

What's the point?

They only want zombies now.

Just do it.

No. Where are you, Jeannie?

Nasty zombie guy?

Anyone?

Jesus, you look like a corpse.

That's the plan.

It's my duty to conform.

No, your duty is to be an individual.

The mind is a flame to be kindled,

not a vessel to be filled.

How foolish and naive, Berenge.

Your optimism makes you an idiot.

What did you call me?

-An idiot.

-No, an optimist.

Don't you ever

f***ing call me an optimist again.

My mind's made up. I must submit.

For my nana,

for my sense of acceptance...

...for the luxury of not having

to think for myself anymore.

Call it what you want.

In the end it's all the same.

What are you looking at, huh?

I'm doing it.

-You're going up there?

-Yes.

-And taking your clothes off?

-No, no, that's not what I mean.

What are you doing?

The whole flesh-eating corpse,

zombie super-stripper thing.

Excuse me?

Did I miss something?

Warriors, come out to play.

Warriors, come out to play.

Your time is done here.

So, little one,

you think you can beat me?

You've been dead, the flesh decays.

-I am now your equal.

-Never!

Then come, let's dance.

If this gets out, I'm f***ed.

No. No, this is not what I want.

I can no longer be blind to the war.

I can no longer ignore the killing.

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