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                    Join officer Ned Slade as he's dragged out of his retirement 
                    persona of cat-loving suburban pervert Greg Feely and pressed 
                    back into service with extra-dimensional cleanup cops The 
                    Hand. Prepare to board city-size cruise ships, dodge super-sized 
                    killer sperm, and meet Max Thunderstone, the man who talks 
                    in thought balloons... 
                  The 
                    Filth revolves around the life of cat lover Greg Feely. 
                    His neighbours know that there is something odd about him, 
                    but they have no idea how truly bizarre he is. In our reality 
                    he is a bald headed weirdo who buries animals in his back 
                    yard, but he leads a secret double life as Ned Slade - a bad 
                    wig wearing agent for a higher power. 
                  While 
                    on Earth he watches non-stop pornography at home on his television, 
                    but once whisked off on an assignment he is disgusted by such 
                    things - especially when he visits the porno-garbage dumps 
                    that have opened up to exclusively cater for the populations 
                    waste pornographic material. 
                  Just 
                    what on earth is a talking, Russian, sniper monkey doing on 
                    Slade's team? And why does the ape boy hate humans so much? 
                    Also, why do we have a male President of the United States 
                    who has breasts and has taken to wearing a bra? And why do 
                    the dolphins drive vehicles? These questions, and many other 
                    pointless ones, are answered here. 
                  This 
                    collection is sick, twisted and, in short, damn entertaining. 
                    Is Feely delusional to the point of being certifiably insane? 
                    Or is he really a member of a secret organisation from another 
                    universe? 
                  The 
                    art in this collection is first rate. Chris Weston's twisted 
                    view beautifully complements Grant Morrison's warped imagination. 
                  This 
                    has to be Morrison's finest work to date - and arguably one 
                    of the greatest collections to be released in the last decade. 
                    Morrison is sick in the head... and we wouldn't have it any 
                    other way. Mental! 
                  Pete 
                    Boomer  
                     
                  
                     
                       
                        
                           
                             
                               
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