PULP FICTION By Rebecca Towndrow
Strip.
All the way?
To
your
bare
Ass.
Quickly,
gentlemen.
We got about fifteen minutes before Jimmie’s better half comes pulling into the driveway.
This or m ning air is some chilly shit You
sure
this is absolutely necessary?
You know what you two look like?
WHAT?
Like a couple of guys who just
W E L B
off somebody’s head.
Yes,
strippin’ off those bloody rags is
absolutely necessary.
Toss the clothes in Jim’s garbage bag.
Now Jimmie dont go doin nothin
stupid
like puttin that out for elmo the garbage man to take away Don’t worry, we’re takin’ it with us. Jim, the
soap
Okay Gentlemen, you’ve both been to County before, I’m sure. Here it comes.
GODDAMN WAT FUCK COL
MN!THAT ERS KING LD!
Better you than me, Gentlemen. Don’t be afraid of the soap, spread it around.
Towel ‘em. You’re dry enough. Give ‘em their clothes.
Perfect.
. t c e f r e P
We couldn’t have planned this any better. You guys look like....
what do they look like,
Jimmie?
DORKS DORKS THEY LOOK LIKE A COUPLE OF
a H Ha a H
Theyre your clothes motherfucker Guess you just gotta know how to wear them.