[A Pomeranian is licking King's ear]
Back off, pooch.
[The dog exposes its Reaper-like jaws and tongue] [Stands]
Jesus Christ! What the ****?!
Asher Talos [Picks up the dog]
Good dog.
Asher Talos His name's Pac-Man. We've been porting the vampire gene into other species. Experimenting.
You made a goddamn vampire... Pomeranian?
Asher Talos Yeah. [Hands Pac-Man to Jarko Grimwood]
JG Jarko Grimwood
Precious, isn't he?
Well, that depends who you ask because clearly, this dog has a bigger dick than you.
JG Jarko Grimwood
And when the **** did you see my dick, ****-Face?! [Kicks King]
Ow! I was talking to HER! [Points to Danica Talos]
Poor King. You look so... DISTRAUGHT! [Kicks him] Asher, hand me that chair. [Sits in the chair and licks one of King's wounds.] You're tasting a little bland, lover. Are you getting enough fatty acids in your diet? Have you tried... Lake Trout? Mackerel?
How about you take a sugar-frosted ****... off the end of my dick?
And how about everyone not saying the word "dick" anymore? It provokes my envy. Tell us about Blade, King. What's this weapon he's planning?
I can tell you two things. One, your hairdo is... ridiculous. And two, I ate a lot of garlic, and I just farted. Silent but deadly.
JG Jarko Grimwood
[Grabs King]
Spit it out, you **** fruitcake!
All right! ****! I'll tell you about the weapon! [Grimwood releases him] It's a new flavor-crystal formula. Twice the choclaty goodness, half the calories, plus it helps prevent tooth decay. There, I said it.
You're gonna be sorry you did that.
Asher Talos Why? [Kicks him] No one's coming for you, King-shit.
Sure they are. See, when you join our club, you get all these groovy little door prizes. And one of them is this nifty little tracking node surgically implanted in your body. That way, if one of us goes missing, the others check the satelite, which is in space... and presto. Instant cavalry. [Asher starts mockingly clapping] You like that? Go **** your sister.
JG Jarko Grimwood
Yeah. [Hits King in the back of the head]
Okay, King. Where's this little "tracking node" of yours?
It's in my right ass cheek. [Danica slaps him] Fine. It's in my left ass cheek. [Danica slaps him] Okay, seriously, now. It's in the meat of my butt just below the Hello Kitty tattoo. [Danica kicks him in the groin] Seriously, just pull down my tightie-whities and see for yourself.
Enough! It's not funny anymore.
No, it's not you horse-humping BITCH! But it will be a few seconds from now. See that tickle that you're feeling in the back of your throat right now? It's atomized collital silver. It's being pumped through the buildings air conditioning systems you ****-juggling THUNDER****!! [Jarko Grimwood coughs a fire ball] Which means the fat lady... should be singing... right... about... NOW! [Nothing happens] This is awkward. [Still nothing] Do you have a cell phone?
