New Kids Nitro Page #2

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I'm going to kill those homos!

Wrong number.

Nice explosion at the end.

You have to unroll it, dude.

Buy your own fireworks next time.

Such a waste.

Hey c*nt! Are you guys crazy?

Do you have any idea what time it is?

- Take it easy, dude.

Just fireworks.

P*ssy.

My blinds!

Bunch of homos.

Bunch of cowardly c*nts.

You hit me from behind, thas low.

Hey ugly c*nt, you know what?

- What?

A real race, dude. Tomorrow.

- Fine, dude.

If we win, you'll never come

to Maaskantje again, dude.

Never again!

- But if I win...

I'll get that shower cap's

ugly green Manta.

Fine, dude.

- What?

Stay calm.

- So is a deal.

See you tomorrow, ugly c*nts.

Come on, Knoet.

- Ugly c*nts.

Hey Ries, I have to race against Dave?

Maaskantje against Schijndel!

Shut up.

Do you know what time it is? Is 3 a. m.

If you don't shut up

I will come and shut you up, a**hole.

People are trying to sleep.

My child is only six years...

Come outside.

Come on, p*ssy.

Boom.

Come on.

Thas what I thought, homo.

Thas disturbing.

Dammit, my car.

Hey c*nt, hand me

that spark plug wrench.

No c*nt, not valve pliers,

a spark plug wrench. How hard can it be?

Thas an ashtray.

Sorry.

You know what? No big deal, dude.

I know is hard for you,

because you're a spastic.

Thas not your fault.

Homo.

Les take it for a test run.

Good nitro, or what?

Did you do that?

- No.

You didn't do that?

Adrie, did you do that?

- Yes.

Goddammit, Adrie.

That car is brand new.

Do you know how much it costs?

A lot.

We will deduct it from

your salary. Just so you know.

Industrial park Schijndel

Are you ready?

To never see Maaskantje again?

Of course I'm ready.

You know what? That ugly Manta

will be mine anyway.

Hey, Deborah.

Wasted whore.

Les race!

Ready.

He thinks is nice.

Nice.

Woensel! Shopping Mall,

Woensel biatch!

Woensel! Woensel biatch!

Woensel! For real.

Woensel soldiers.

True soldiers.

Woensel! Shopping Mall!

Good evening.

Nice weather, huh?

- If thas your thing.

Whas that?

Homemade bed of nails, dude.

Oh, homemade.

- Yes.

Nice.

Could you pick it up for me?

Is hard for me to reach down.

You see?

You can't drive.

You don't need to anyway,

because your car is gone. Keys.

Fuckface, thas cheating.

That sucks, doesn't it?

Keys!

Homo.

He just hands over the keys. P*ssy.

I'm taking your car,

ugly shower cap.

We'll see you in Maaskantje.

F***.

Goddammit, Adrie.

- Sorry.

Can't I just take the new one?

- What do you think?

Moron.

- Yes, but...

Don't touch that car.

From now on you'll walk on patrol.

At least try to get some useful

information from your informant.

Goddammit mom, you need to

take your pills.

For Chriss sake.

I was only gone for a little while.

I feel all weak. F***ing mess.

What would I do without you, Ries?

- Well...

That filthy c*nt Dave.

My car gone again.

For Chriss sake.

I think he has a plan.

Deborah.

You work here?

You want Schult beer?

Such a coincidence.

His ex had the same job.

Also at the cash register.

Such a filthy whore.

But she's dead now.

I'm sure you'd like another one?

Miss Universe.

You must have room for another one?

In your face.

I'm trashed, dude.

Where am I from?

- Maaskantje.

Who fucks you from behind?

- Richard from Maaskantje.

F*** me harder, Ries.

F*** me.

Is that you?

Deborah from Schijndel wants semen.

Give it to me Richard from Maaskantje.

Give it to me!

Sorry.

This is the New Kids snack bar.

Hi. We would like three

Knoeperts with turbo sauce.

We also want a Ricky Martin.

Thas a sausage with satay sauce.

A dick with sh*t.

Goddammit.

You're puking all over the glass

with your filthy mouth. Get out!

We can't help it.

In Friesland everybody got sick.

But it will pass.

- What?

I don't get it.

- Everybody in Friesland is sick and...

Goddammit.

Go back to your country

with all those diseases.

Where are those five homos?

- You're the c*nt who ruined my window.

If you didn't bring money, you'd better

go back to where you came from.

Where are those five homos, goddammit?

- I don't know.

Here.

Here.

You know what?

Greetings from Schijndel, c*nt.

Hey, check this, dude.

Who is declared healthy?

Corrie!

The doctor says I don't need

those damned f***ing pills anymore.

Hello.

No!

For Chriss sake!

F*** my probation!

Dave will be destroyed!

Camera! Camera, come on.

I'm here in Friesland in the farmyard...

Where did this take place?

Friesland.

Friesland.

Frieslan.

Frieslan.

And what is...

I have no idea.

Has this footage aired yet?

- No.

They were intercepted.

The cameraman has been paid off.

And they came up with a story

for the public. No reason to panic.

And in Friesland?

Do we have anything...

...important there? Something...

- No.

So then... we will do...

Nothing.

Did you see Gerrie's father's face?

What a little b*tch.

Go away.

If you do that one more time,

I'll take you in. Got it?

Hello. Open up.

- Death race, dude.

What?

- Death race.

What are you saying?

I can't hear you.

If you don't open that door...

- Rikkert and you race one more time.

No rules, until death.

Dude, are you out of your mind?

Until death?

Rikkert, you're the best driver.

Everyone knows that.

You will win for sure.

And when Dave's dead

the Manta will be yours again.

You can't live without her, can you?

You said it yourself.

But what I meant was...

Fine, dude.

Death race!

Fine, dude.

Homo cop!

So you took that car anyway?

- Well, I was walking past it...

You didn't take the car?

- No, yes, I was walking...

Goddammit, are you completely useless?

Go get that car

and arrest those guys.

This is you last chance, understood?

- Yes.

Sir.

- Sir.

Is a decent car.

Too bad the cops painted it.

For Maaskantje, c*nt.

Nice.

Ten... nine...

eight... seven...

...six... five... four...

...three... two...

Hands in the air.

Hey, Adrie.

Adrie, dude.

Adrie, I'm not part of this, right?

Don't move, Gerrie.

- Yes, but...

Don't move.

What do you mean

'not part of this'?

Adrie?

You f***ing snitch!

We could use tape.

Yes. We could put tape

all around the Friesland borders.

That way the problem

will work itself out...

...and the rest of the Netherlands

won't be at risk.

There's nothing here, folks.

Move along.

I told you there's nothing here.

Hello.

No?

Show me your ID cards.

Hello. ID cards.

Don't walk away.

If you don't show me

your ID cards right now...

Any other ideas?

Maaskantje?

Those rubber bullets suck.

- For Chriss sake.

Look at my eye, dude.

You're such a stupid c*nt.

Why did you do it?

Remember when I got caught?

With that water gun filled with piss?

And those bikers?

I didn't want to go to jail,

because of my probation.

So sometimes I call Adrie

when I have some information.

He also gives me confiscated fireworks

sometimes, as a bonus.

Just to be nice.

Did anyone bring toilet paper

by any chance?

Hey, homos!

I think I'll pay your mother a little visit.

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