WHAT, LIKE THREE MEN BURNING IN A TANK,
GOING "URGH!"?

THIS GUY GOT THE LAB ASSISTANT PREGNANT.
HE NEVER SEES THE KID.

# NOW HE TAKES HIS BRUSH AND HE WAITS
OUTSIDE THEM FACTORY GATES

SLEEP IN MY TROUSERS.

I'M IN A STATIC HOME WITH THREE WOMEN.

I'VE BEEN WANTING A WORD WITH YOU ABOUT LYNN.
I DON'T LIKE THE WAY YOU TREAT HER.

YOUR EIGHT GRAND A YEAR...ALL COMES FROM METEOR,

ENYA...AND THE OTHER ONE.
RIPPED UP THE POPE. BALD CHAP.

IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?
L HEARD A BIT OF COMMOTION?

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

THE NESBITT SISTERS THERE.
TONIGHT, WE'RE TALKING ABOUT DEATH.

THAT'S ME BIKE. THAT'S DESERT STORM.

I'M A ZOMBIE. I DON'T KNOW.

IT'S IN NO WAY CONNECTED WITH OUR PROXIMITY.

- YEAH.
- YUP, THOUGHT SO.

KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE FANCY WORDS. IT WENT TITS UP.

WHO CHOP PEOPLE'S HEADS OFF, SET FIRE
TO THEIR EYEBROWS AND KNOCK PEOPLE'S TEETH OUT

BIT OF A REBEL.