Bon Bini Holland Page #6

A lot younger.

Mr. Paomo thinks you look

very different as well.

A lot uglier.

He's very funny.

He likes making jokes.

Let's do business.

Good.

And there.

What's keeping him?

Ken, wait, wait!

- Robert?

Here, read this.

Head who Paomo really is.

You'll lose everything.

It's a fake contract.

You're a fake yourself,

Mr. Bon Bini Bullshit.

Please, Ken, trust me.

Don't do it.

Believe me, 'Paomo' just means 'bubble'.

It's all fake.

He works with the Chinese mafia.

- This is going too far.

Don't listen to that con-artist.

- Have your lawyers check it out.

Perhaps you should have it checked out.

- Yes, check.

Just to make sure.

You're taking his side too? C*nt!

Patrick, calm down.

He's done. The deal is off.

Mr. Paomo...

He isn't Mr. Paomo at all!

Anyway...

It doesn't matter,

because you already signed.

I'm going to Hong Kong right now

to close that deal.

Out of my way, slob.

- I'm a slob? You're a slob.

Coffee!

- Yes?

Stop!

Stop!

You're not thinking of running away again,

are you?

Good for you. This will teach you

not to touch other people's stuff.

With your grave digger face.

Who are you calling Shin Shin?

Do I look Chinese? Look at my face.

Ever seen a Chinese with lovely lat lips

like this?

You saved my company.

- I didn't do anything.

You should thank that nephew of mine.

- Robert?

His name is Robertico.

That boy is madly in love with you.

I don't get it, though. I look at your face

and I think:
uggh.

Where is Robert, by the way?

I'll work in the mornings. Come on.

I'll work at FC Chicken.

I'll work in the sweatshop

or take a paper route.

I can do all sorts of things.

I can walk your dog.

Come on, let me walk your dog.

- I don't have a dog.

OK, your parakeet. Your grandma.

Let me walk your grandma.

Eddie, come on.

- How many limbs did you have again?

Eddie, no. Please.

- Eenie, meenie...

...miney...

- Hey, Mr. Rude!

Immigration wants me dead.

Dear Father, please. If you rescue me

from this situation...

...I'll never be aggressive again.

To no one!

Hare Krishna, Allah,

I don't know who you are...

What! You want to shoot my weave?

You want to shoot us?

Happy New Year, a**holes!

HViflg Dragon!

There's more shooting here

than in my own country.

Two more rats.

Drop your weapon.

- You drop your weapon.

You drop your weapon.

- You drop your weapon.

You drop your weapon.

- Drop your weapon.

This isn't a 'drop your weapon' game!

Drop your weapon.

You sneakily tried to shoot me?

Rude!

Let's solve this in a civilized manner.

- Oh, now you want to be civilized!

He ran out of bullets

and now he wants...

Just a moment, OK?

One moment. You want to solve this

in a civilized manner and hit me?

Kofi, hold on to my hair.

Ni hao, b*tch.

With your grave digger face.

Bullshit. Get lost, idiot.

I'm going to do my nails.

I'm done.

I've got a headache and my period.

I don't have to put up with this.

I want a raise.

All that hassle all the time.

ONE YEAH LATER:

Pieter-Joust and Hermelinde!

Two Karni Stoba.

Is it good, mom?

Man, you'll never believe

what just happened to me.

I'm at the elevator and it opens...

...and there was suddenly

a huge African in front of me.

Stark naked! I didn't know

where to look. It wasn't normal.

He looked at me, he wanted me.

Robertico, I have

a special offer for you.

A special green viagra.

Nice and hard.

You'll get a big horse dick.

I want to do things to you. Nice things...

- I don't want you.

...naughty things, blessed

boom boom things, sister.

Want to taste?

- Taste what?

Black coffee.

Yes? Did you call me?

He wanted me. I was his prey

and I said:
Forget it, pal. No way.

I was wearing

that nice cat sweater.

He probably thought

I was Victoria Secret.

I said:
I'll make you work,

but you can't.

Went to see a movie yesterday.

The one with that Jandino.

Boy-oh-boy. Well... I'm afraid

that's not going to be it either.

Those guys don't work?

Hahjesh doesn't work.

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