The Inbetweeners 2 Page #11

blood rushes to the genital area,

enlarging significantly the penis.

- Or, in this case, my penis.

- I mean, we wanted to tell you in person,

then you getting lost was the perfect

excuse to come and see you.

Then we thought,

"Let's make it into a holiday."

Have you got any recommendations?

We've booked a Barrier Reef tour.

Yes. I'm very much looking forward

to going diving.

OK, so here's some bad news.

It turns out we did die in the desert,

because I appear to be in hell.

Jesus Christ, mate, don't get me wrong,

I'm glad you stopped f***ing me garden,

but what was you thinking

going all that way for a fat chick?

- What did you just say?

- About the spunk hole?

- No, after that.

- About you chasing the fat chick?

You're lucky Fatty Boom Boom

didn't eat you out there in the desert.

Them fat chicks get so f***ing hungry...

Yeah, no, yeah, good.

I mean, good for trying.

Weak as f***, obviously, more like a slap.

You taught him how to punch like a girl,

I presume?

- Watch it, Bryan.

- Least your boy's got some spunk.

But it's mainly round

his mouth and arsehole.

- I said watch it.

- Or what? You'll slap me too?

- You...

- Here we go.

Get in there! Get in there, you ugly f***!

I'll give it to you.

Then I'll f***ing give it to you again.

Shall we go? It's getting

a bit like my cousin's wedding.

- Yeah.

- In your f***ing dreams.

I was thinking about

not going back to England for a bit.

Do some more travelling.

Vietnam's nice. Anyone fancy it?

I'm in. I've still got some sh*t

to sort out for the CIA there.

- Neil?

- I'd like to go travelling.

Go far enough, we might find your mum.

- F*** off.

- Sorry, Neil.

My Ping-Pong fanny girl's got a mate,

I could set you two up.

- Nice one.

- Shake on it?

- Cheers, mate.

- He's a ladyboy.

- F***!

- Too late. You shook on it. Bad luck.

- Bants?

- No, you've gotta f*** a man with tits.

- Or a girl with a penis.

- Will, help me out.

Sorry, Neil. You shook on it.

I suppose I'd better just

stick to the top half.

New Sensation

Live, baby, live

Now that the day is over

I got a new sensation

In perfect moments

But so impossible to refuse

Sleep, baby, sleep

Now that the night is over

And the sun comes like a god

Into our room

All perfect light and promises

Kombucha!

Got a hold on you

A new sensation, a new sensation

It's gonna take you over

A new sensation, a new sensation

Dream, baby, dream

Of all that's come and going

And you will find out in the end

There really is

There really is no difference

r Cry, baby, cry.

When you got to get it out...

What the f***?

All right? OK. Ease off.

I guess that's gonna be a problem?

- F*** off! F*** off!

- Simon.

- We love it.

- F*** off.

What's up with him?

Are you ready for a new sensation?

Right now

It's gonna take you over

Dad, this is Nikki. Nikki, this is Dad.

Hi.

A new sensation

A new sensation

A new sensation

Right now

It's got a hold on you

A new sensation

A new sensation

A new sensation

Yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A new sensation

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