Korso Page #4

Come on, then. What?

What the f*** are you looking at?

I'll f*** all your sisters and mums!

You're a dead man!

- Back off!

The lad can take care of this.

- Come on then!

F***ing d*ckheads. Suck this!

- What the f***?

Well?

- I'll f***ing beat you to death!

Don't! Let him go!

Hey! F*** off!

F*** off, everyone!

Thanks... I'll never forget...

Let's get the f*** out of here.

What are you guys welding?

Smoker boxes,

I've made only seven so far.

Tut-tut.

Leksa said I make the cleanest seams

he's seen in a while,

Who's Leksa? One of your fucks?

Shut up, Swede.

Hasse's Copy Shop...

I'll be sweating behind a photocopier.

But Hasse seems okay

for a friend of my dad's.

How will you spend all that fortune?

I figured I could check out New York.

F*** you.

- Just for a visit.

Then I could continue south.

Stop by in Florida.

'The lovely boy from Korso.'

- Cuba could be cool, too.

There's a school for voodoo priests

in Havana. Should I apply?

I saw some pics of their parties.

Looked a bit whacky...

And the babes.,. Jesus.

Sorry, sorry! Nobody chooses

their clothes as slowly as him.

Come on, it didn't take that long.

He's got a special song

for choosing shoes.

Is it typical for sixth-formers?

- Yeah, they taught it first thing.

Remember to study or I'll come back

to watch over your arse.

I'm glad to get rid of you.

I'm not gonna miss you, either.

You're gonna be late.

Welcome on board M/S Mariella.

We will arrive in Stockholm

at 10 a.m. Local time.

Translation:
Maarit Tulkki

Saga Vera Oy, Oulu

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