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First thing you have to stop and ask yourself is just what kind of fucked-up society would stand idly by and allow a bottom-feeding, muck-raking, exploitative piece of junk like The Exterminators to see the light of day.
This is just the kind of stuff they convene grand juries on and create rating systems for.
And this is all coming from the main guy in it, me, Henry James. Not the long dead esteemed giant of literature Henry James, but his present day, ex-con namesake.
The whole sordid saga began when I got out of the Federal Pen. This last stretch had been a little rough for me. I needed a legit gig when my Mom's new husband Nils railroaded me into the family business. Even though I'm not blood to him, he SO wants me to be the third generation to run the Bug Bee Gone Co.
For my part: "Hey it's a job. The parole officer will be off my back." Next comes: "...When is the circus coming back for the freaks?" and then more frightening still: "...Does doing the pest thing make me one of THEM?"
Quick lineup of some of the crew:
Theres AJ, My first partner. Wouldn't cross the road to piss on him if he were on fire.
Kevin- Well, that boy isn't right. I mean, come on, I think he's got a Karen Carpenter tattoo.
And rounding things up nicely is Stretch, the fucking Dalai Roy Rogers Lama.
Time is short, so back to the chase. Just as soon as I start to get a handle on the vermin game is when the bodies start popping up, and people start to spontaneously..... Well, you'll see soon enough. Lets just say, all this is bad enough when suddenly our ..1 bug-killing juice, DRAXX, starts to have the opposite effect on the little fuckers.
Now before getting into all this, I had no idea - never given any thought to it before, and I'm sure that none of you have either. But the sorry truth be told, there ain't DICK protecting us from a whole lot of angry Mother Nature and her vermin.
Actually, it turns out that us boys at the Bug Bee Gone Co. are your first and last line of defense.
You are so completely fucked.
-Henry James
