sounds like our devil dance actually worked this time.
mr. sleepyhead must have some major ties to the dark side.
gotta be one of his disciples or something.
should we wake him up?
rise and shine, devil guy. some dude just stole your shit.
did you check out the dragon mouth?
check this out. the number of the beast.
look who's back from the dead.
oh, i dumped a fat sack of reefer in the mix. tried to spice up the bash.
please. you got to.
how you feelin' over there, satan abdul jabar?
me, too. we're gonna get going.
we're going to see ozzy play at the meadowlands, right now. wanna come, nicky?
dude, it's us. let us in.
what'll we do now, beefy?
dude. seriously?
you sure you're down with this?
we know where to find nicky.
fifty million bones, bro.
excellent. but i gotta warn you, man. he's not human.
we thought the son of satan would understand a move like this.
so even though you're not really the chief, we still get the rest of the cash, right bro?
beat it, ya freak.
peppermint. alright.
drink up. here's to fifty million clams.
whatever. knock it back, grab nicky and let's get outta this hell-hole.
definitely.
this don't look good.
you mean, like, experiment with a bunsen burner? what are you talking about?
you gotta kill yourself.