[bullet whizzing] Hey, Harry.
Look at this. What’s the matter
with these cans? Die, Milk Face! [chuckling] These cans are defective. They’re springing leaks. Come over here
and look at this. Listen,
you better run for cover or you’re gonna spring a leak.
Uh? We don’t have
defective cans. We have a defective person
out there. [gun fires] He hates these cans. Stay away from the cans! Die, gas pumper. l got to get away
from those cans. [gun firing] There’s cans in there, too. [glass shattering] More cans. Die, you bastard. [screaming] He doesn’t want to put holes
in the cans. He wants to put holes in you. What? [panting] Milk face bastard! Oh, my God.
l’m endangering your life. Cover me.
You’re covered. Suck my toes! You stay here.
l’ll distract him. [gun firing] Shithead! Come on! Come on, boy. Good boy. ”Carnival personnel only.”
Damn. Shithead, come on! You’re not carnival personnel! Come on, boy, come on. Hey, he ain’t
no carnival personnel. [trigger clicking] Okay, you move it out. [engine starting]