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Ugh. Fuck off, already.
The fuck, man?
Go the fuck away!
- All right, my son? -
- Know who I am? - Who?
Good. Let's keep it that way.
Jesus.
Oswald Daneeka. Drug dealer
to the superhuman community.
- Whatever they want, you get. - Exactly, motherfucker.
So you know who I can call and what they can do to you.
So get the fuck out of here, before I...
Where do you keep all the dead kids' blood, then?
Eh? Up here?
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
'Course you do.
Dead kids' blood, you know,
from leukemia and fibrosis and that.
The big metal cunt, Ironcast,
he drinks it recreationally.
Says he can taste the despair.
Also says it's the only thing that raises the flag
"Oh, fuck, he knows.
How the fuck can he know? How?"
But I know everything, mate, rest assured.
I know you get crystal for them two muppets,
A-Train and Jack from Jupiter.
I know you get Queen Maeve her happy pills.
And I know you get coke for that cunt the Homelander.
Cut with human adrenaline, the way he likes it.
Wonder who that comes from?
Never mind.
It pays for all this, doesn't it?
Oh, and don't you supply the Great Wide Wonder?
'Course, he's not one of the Seven,
but a customer's a customer, right?
Tell me something, son.
What's he into?
I'm not telling you a fucking thing.
Okay. All right. All right! Enemas.
Is that right?
Heroin enemas, man.
I'm the only one he trusts to fix them right.
Okay, and here we go.
Stroll on.
Well, when you're doing what only you can do for him,
you're gonna make sure this finds its way into the mix.
What is that?
It's something a mad French bastard I know came up with.
Said it'll suit the Great Wide Wonder right down to the ground.
Okay.
Okay, I mean,
I guess I don't have a choice, do I?
Oh, God! Oh, God, no. No, no, no!
You'll believe a cunt can fly.
Except you won't.
Aah! Oh, God. Please. Oh, fuck.
-
Come on, O.D.
What bloody use would you be to me spread all over the street
like strawberry jam?
Nah, what I'll do if you don't slip this shit
to the Great Wide Wanker is call a nasty bastard I know
at the D.E.A. You know what your supes
will do for you then, don't ya?
- Oh, geez, fuck... - Fuck off at warp factor nine,
that's what they'll do, leaving you on your Jack Jones.
And you know where you'll end up after that?
Prison, where you'll spend the rest of your days
with huge and horrible men using you as a condom
while they make huge and horrible love.
I'll be in touch. You just make sure
he gets the good news like I told you.
Oh, Jesus, man.
What did I do to deserve this?
Come on, Terror. Off we go, mate.
-
Sorted?
Good.
Who's this fucking guy?
The strong, silent type.
Very funny.
This is fucking dangerous, man.
What if they spot me? They'll know I spiked his shit.
No one's gonna be looking at us, believe me.
And I didn't want you to miss all the fun you helped stir up.
Hello, New York.
Speaking of.
Are you ready to give it up
for the greatest heroes the world has ever known?
From the Seven,
Jack from Jupiter!
- Hello, Earthlings. Cheerio! -
Thank you, thank you.
Queen Maeve!
-
Fucking hate this.
And the man himself,
- the Homelander! -
Good morning!
Homelander! - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Great to see you.
We're here to recognize a hero
who shines so brightly, we can wait no longer
to bestow upon him our very highest honor.
-
Please welcome
the Great Wide Wonder!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Are we gonna do this?!
All right. Yeah!
Great Wide Wonder! -
Super Hero Hall of Fame!
Okay. How far he has come.
How high he has flown.
Through the fiery crucible of battle he has soared and...
- And-And so...
we induct him into the Superhero Hall of Fame!
As he flies through the flaming ring
held aloft by Ironcast.
And now, let the Great Wide Wonder soar.
Papa needs a new pair of shoes!
Why, man?
I mean, why do you want to fuck with these fucking guys anyway?
Your mate there-- the Great Wide Wonder--
he was at a party last year.
Private celebration after he gave
the commencement address at Columbia.
Took a couple of honor students for...
well, I suppose you'd call it a flying fuck.
Thing is, it's a bit fucking cold way up there.
By the time they twigged, he didn't give a shit,
that it was part of the fun for him,
it was too late.
As far as we know, they're still up there in orbit.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Never heard anything like that.
Everyone we know's got a story like that.
- What is it he does, anyway? - He flies really fast.
You know, "Ride around the world with the Great Wide Wonder,"
and all that.
-
Yes, but there's fast, and then there's...
I'd say about Mach 1.5.
-
- Ow! - Ow, fuck me.
Mach 2.
Aah!
-
- Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. - Holy shit.
What the fuck?!
Oh, my God!
-
Jings, Frenchie. What'd you put in that stuff?
What in the fucking Christ was that?!
What do we fucking do now?
Hidden in the light of the sun.
Kroll war satellite!
I see it. I see the ship.
- Where? - There! Look right in the sun.
What?
By the many moons of my home world.
Galaxius has returned once more.
But the Great Wide Wonder?
All we can do now is avenge him.
Quick thinking, Wonder Tits.
Oh, I'm gonna be sick.
Yeah. Quite a result, wasn't it?
Two for the price of one.
Right. We'll be in touch, mate.
I was thinking you might be O.D.'s handler.
- Oh, thanks a million. - Come on, Hughie.
Think of the fun to be had.
I mean, spiking supes, mate.
You're trying to tell me you didn't enjoy that?
- Define "enjoy." -
I'm that ... in the alley
want some coke?
you know me, I'm your friend
thick and thin
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