Rabbit Without Ears Page #6

Everywhere.

Everywhere?

Everywhere. It hurt so bad!

And I was cold all evening.

Miriam said not to wear underwear.

You've got nothing on?

- I'll get a bladder infection.

- Not even a G-string?

Jeez, Ludo!

Focus!

G-strings are underwear, too!

Nothing on? Wow.

I don't believe it!

- The door sticks.

- I know.

You want a coffee?

Yes.

Two sugars please.

I see it like this. We drank a little.

We find one another nice.

We landed in bed. It can happen.

I agree.

But it won't happen again.

Okay.

So everything's fine now.

I thought you'd be a dud in bed.

Funny, I thought that about you.

I was a competitive gymnast.

It was nice.

It was okay.

For you.

How nice. Did you make it for me?

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

They're really going to miss you.

I'm going to miss them.

They're starting to grow on me.

- Cheyenne-Blue wanted you to stay.

- Really?

I know it sounds funny, but why not?

We could use a man around here.

- I'd love to but I've got a job.

- Yes, I know.

- But I'll visit. Okay?

- Any time.

I could have another go

at the jungle gym.

Then you'd better not come back.

I think I'll miss you too.

Because you won't have someone

to yell at about his sewing.

For an ugly bunny-maker,

you have a hard time with criticism.

You know nothing about art.

It was special

because it was different.

Ludo, can we get going?

I think I'll miss you a bit, too.

Bye.

Hey, My hat!

- Bye.

- Bye.

Ludo, you said...

you thought

you'd miss me a little, too.

That's good.

That's good. That's good, because...

I think I miss you more.

I know you think

we've become good friends...

but it's become more for me.

Although we only slept together once,

not three or four times...

I'll say it straight out:

Ludo, I think I'm in love with you.

Don't panic. It's not your fault.

It's not your fault

and nor is it your responsibility.

Well, maybe a little.

No good. Leave that out.

It's not your responsibility at all.

Anna, you couldn't convince someone

on 'Bold and the Beautiful' with that.

I couldn't?

I don't know. Reconsider it.

Or shorten it up.

Get to the point.

To the point.

Then it'd be good!

- Where are you taking me?

- It's my favorite spot.

If I'd known it was so far,

I'd have brought hiking boots.

Quit complaining.

It's really nice there.

Yes, it is. What do you think?

- Smells a little fishy.

- You're so unromantic.

It was a joke. It's really great.

- What's so special? I'm all ears.

- I wanted to tell you something.

Ludo, they say...

A gull crapped on my shoulder!

- What a mess! I don't believe it.

- They say

it's impossible for men and women

to just be friends.

We prove them wrong.

Although...

Well, I don't know either.

Let me get to the point.

Although we've...

...and not three or four times.

Ludo, let me say it straight out...

And lots.

It's really loud here.

What did you say?

Yes... What? Now?

Okay, I'm coming.

I gotta go.

There's trouble at the office.

It was really nice here. Bye.

How about doing dinner next Wednesday?

Wednesday is super. I can come.

- Super.

- Super.

- I really have to go.

- No problem.

Wednesday.

God!

Keep going, keep going!

Hold on a minute.

- What did I do?

- Don't ask me! We had a date!

We had a date? Sh*t! I totally forgot!

Yeah, I noticed.

Instead, you f***ed that stupid cow!

I didn't f*** her! Honestly!

Hey, I'm really sorry

about forgetting our date.

But it had nothing to do

with that woman. Honestly.

Is 'idiot' written on my forehead?

- I don't see anything.

- A**hole.

I had sex with a woman. So?

You two told me how it all works!

There are no words for you.

- I don't want to see you again.

- What's this about?

We're good friends. Nothing more.

You said so yourself. And now this?

You barge into my apartment

without ringing! It's not normal!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

You're really special to me. Really!

You're like a...

a sister to me.

It's alright, Ludo. Never mind.

I gotta go.

Take care, okay?

A**hole.

Anna, open up!

I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry.

- I know you're behind the door.

- Go away.

I like you.

Anna, please open up.

Just go away!

Open up!

But you don't have to sue us, do you?

It's a great opportunity for you two.

I can see it now: "Nussbaumer and Berg

make up under the Christmas tree."

- Christmas is a long way off.

- Exactly.

Until then,

we write about your problems.

Psychologists.

Struggling with problems.

Talking it over with the slut.

Manuela? Over my dead body!

Okay, then. Marriage counseling.

Sounds better, huh?

Husband's psychological background.

Interview with the slut.

Where we discover

the slut is press-hungry.

Vacation in the Caribbean,

kisses left and right. Happy ending.

It's important to show everyone

that Michi loves his Dani.

A dumb question, but what about

- Dani having my baby?

- Super!

- Have you lost your mind?

- Why?

No way! No baby, no kisses

in the Caribbean. We're kissed out.

We've been hit with financial losses

and you're going to pay!

Do you two specialists know

what this'll cost us?

We're talking millions here! Millions!

That's about how many idiot-hormones

you two have!

That's it! Red card!

Better yet, red carpet!

Paris, Athens, adieu!

Barbara! Barbara!

Super. Great outfit, I tell you!

Do something wild with your arms!

- Bend over.

- No!

Bend over!

Damn, she's got no taste!

She looks horrible.

Hey, bend over!

She's still not answering?

Can I have a seat?

Thanks.

- It's used.

- Yeah, could be.

Want some, too?

It's actually for the ducks.

Tastes good.

Why so sad?

Can I treat you to an ice cream?

Vanilla?

Vanilla, strawberry, chocolate.

Whatever you want.

- Want to play?

- I don't have time.

- Hey, is Anna here?

- No, She took a few days off.

Really?

What's up? How are you?

Fine. Great.

- Can you tell her I said hi?

- Sure I can.

I better get going.

- Take care.

- Later.

- Are you going?

- I have to.

Hey, Ludo. My hat!

- Bye.

- Bye.

Jrgen. Jrgen, look over here.

I love you. Wonderful!

Show us those pearly whites.

Where'd you get the jacket?

The Socialist good will store?

Watch it!

What's wrong with it?

Nothing.

It's actually quite pretty.

The kitties.

You see!

Thanks, Jrgen.

How about an interview later?

"Superstar Jrgen Vogel's date

is prettiest woman of the evening,

Anna Gotzlowski,

She stole the show with her beauty

blowing away all celebrities

despite her questionable jacket."

You wore your cat jacket?

I don't believe it!

He must really love you.

We're good for each other right now.

It has nothing to do with love.

I'm not talking about Jrgen.

I mean Ludo!

It's too late for that.

Who handed out the brains to you?

Jrgen's skinny four-eyes

on the cover page?

- As prettiest woman of the evening?

- She was!

You think? I don't think so! I thought

Barbara with her knockers was better!

- Maybe it's a question of taste.

- I think so.

No, you don't think here anymore,

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