to witness... ...for approximately 61 cents of ordinary household materials... ...the perfect homemade silencer. Barris, the neighbors are gonna hear. No, they only call in murders in this neighborhood. Plus, Freckledeck, it's a silencer. They're not gonna hear anything. Well, I'm pretty fucking sure they're illegal. In this day and age, the type of society we find ourselves living in... ...every person of worth... ...needs to have a gun at all times, to protect themselves. And we're off. That sure is some silencer. Yes. What it did was augment the sound, rather than dampen it. But I almost have it. I believe I have it in principle, anyway. Oh, well, the good news is, regardless of what you do next time... ...it'll be a silencer to us, because we're now deaf! What happened? How'd I get here? Okay, it's your move now. Anyone want some popcorn? - Yeah. - Yeah. Fuck! The pain... ... so unexpected and undeserved... ... had, for some reason, cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn't hate the cabinet door. I hated my life, my house, my family... - Are you okay, Daddy? - What happened? ... my backyard... ... my power mower. Nothing would ever change. Nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell... ... ugly things and surprising things and sometimes little wondrous things... ... spill out at me constantly... ... and I can count on nothing. Medfly, got it. - That would be a Thelma Kornford. - Oh, yeah, Miss Big-Tits. If I had known it was harmless... ...I would have killed it myself. - I would have killed it myself. Thanks for the mammaries. She had such beautiful... Daddy slowpoke. - Oh, get around him, will you? - You know what to do. Your move. That's a big ten-four. Got nothing on us. - There we go. - Get a life! Okay, Bob, no rush. - Not so fast. - You are flying. Decelerate. Steady. - Decelerate. - Slow down. - Jesus. - Son of a bitch. Come on. Decelerate! Let us over. It's an emergency. We're getting over. Emergency. - What the hell was that? - Jesus fucking Christ. What the hell in the hootenanny was that? The return spring on the throttle cable, or... Look, the gas. Was it cut or broken? Let's give her a look. Oh, my... It's not the spring. It's the linkage from the pedal to the carb. See? It fell apart, so the gas pedal didn't push back out when you took your foot off... ...but doesn't explain why... - There is a safety override on the carb. - When the linkage parts, it's... - Why'd it part? Shouldn't this ring hold the cable in place? I mean, how could it just come off like that? Let's have a look. Let's probe a little. All right. This screw has been turned all the way out, the idle screw. So when the linkage parted, it went the other way. Up instead of down. Wait. Now, how could that happen? There is no way that that screw... ...could turn itself all the way out like that accidentally. No way. Motherfucker! They did it deliberately! We almost died! They almost fucking got us, man! To loosen the lock ring and nut assembly... ...that holds the linkage rods together... ...a special tool would be needed. Several, in fact. It'll take half an hour to get this back together. - I have the tools, though. - Back at the house. Correct. We can always go to a repair center and borrow theirs... ...or get a tow truck out here. Here. You know, maybe that's what's fucking us up, fucking up our brains. - We're gonna wind up like Freck soon. - No. Okay, these are for us. And I'm going to suggest that you take several, with the implicit acceptance... ...of the fact that Substance D cannot screw up an accelerator... ...or a carb-idle adjustment. - Yeah, dude. Don't blame the drugs. - Come on. - Well, so much for... ...our great ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Омега Дум на английском - текст Великий Зигфилд на английском - текст Зеркало на английском - текст Бег на английском - текст Крепкий орешек 4.0 на английском |