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prowling the seedy nite-club, serial killer Serial Sam spots his prey...
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| Hey there pretty girl wanna party? I got everything a growing girl needs, cocaine, ketamine, pepto-bismol. | |
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| Get lost creep. Drugs are for losers and so is this place. I'm outta here. | |
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| (Yawns) Oh my God? Where am I? Who are you? Why am I naked? What are you going to do with that gun? DONT SHOOT ME! | |
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| Can I interest you in another glass of Rohypnol my haughty beauty? Hee hee hee hee! You've been a bad slut haven't you? | |
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| Get my skis from the Winnebago constable. Once you have done that you can start cleaning that deer I shot this morning. | |
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| But Sir,the letter from Serial Sam?We're supposed to be looking for a body.We've been here 9 days and come to think of it,I'm sure Sam said the body would be found at Ash St. Motel not Aspen Colorado. | |
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