Skills Page #3

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Different expressions.

All against each other.

In order to compare the intelligence

skills and endurance.

It is with pride,

I can present these

Ancient heroes descendants!

It is my honor to introduce to you

the Skillz!

- It is too sick!

- I just sits and waits for Russell Crowe.

- There is no reception.

- Nix, no reception.

When you hear the signal, you take the towel

from the eyes and let the battle begin!

Sh*t!

Satan!

Yes.

No.

When the signal sounds, begins second heat

Damn.

Way to go!

When the signal sounds, begins third heat

- Time for action.

- No, I would like it here.

- It is totally wrong. You do not.

- Dad, I'm eighteen. Sorry.

Sorry, but I can

just not disappoint my father.

Kelvin!

He took all your rings?

He just followed the rules - which

is not present.

Stop it.

If only we could have proved it

Frank is running things here.

We must use our mobile phones.

If we are to have a case to be

we have concrete evidence.

How about I run up there and throw

the smiling pig off the roof?

Would it be concrete enough for you?

We'll get him. He is involved in

shooting of your father. He betrayed him.

How the hell should we grab him?

When the competition is over, leaving

he just site and is gone.

You could backhoe up there.

No problem. It's not going to take

more than five seconds to reach them.

We could also do it together.

Okay.

Then the big moment arrived.

When the signal sounds,

goes the finals started!

Satan!

- He is just as big a loser as his brother.

- What was it you said?

- I said you are just

big a loser as your brother!

- Your brother was a big loser!

- Your f***ing pig!

Stretch! Not now!

- Stretch, get your act together.

- Sh*t on the rules.

Stretch! Ignore him.

Now you get the same trip as my brother.

You and what army?

Come on! There's more where that came from!

Piss off, damn.

- It was you, you bastard!

- What the hell are you talking about?

It was you who shot my father,

and now he is in hospital.

And my brother! Thanks to your

ski competition he is lame!

You're not a little cheeky to accuse a

businessman for something.

Piss off, I'm progressing.

You go nowhere!

You're a dead man.

Police! Put the gun away from you!

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