War of the Buttons Page #6
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- 1962
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not kill him.
Who's the nitwit who threw that?
Nitwit yourself!
Anyhow, it's defused.
You'd have to be from Longeverne
to do such a stupid trick.
You didn't say that when we got
drunk at your place the other day.
- No, but I used to 40 years ago.
- Well, your sister is ugly.
She may be ugly,
but she's still too good for you!
Get out of here, Velrans.
You're in Longeverne territory.
Who says that?
Damn it!
First warning.
Second warning.
Fire!
To hell with the Velrans!
To hell with the Longeverne!
Creeps! Dumb-asses!
Soft balls!
What happened? Is anybody hurt?
I don't know
how a real one got in there.
I could slap a fine on you!
You just reminded me.
I was gonna go fishing with it.
God!
- Let's have a drink to recover.
- There's enough for everyone.
about the quality.
If it keeps going,
you're gonna see my--
My pants are bursting
at the seams
If it keeps going
you're gonna see--
- They didn't get him.
- I knew he wouldn't get caught.
Hey, you found some buddies.
Now, let's have a bite.
They're not gonna come bug us.
Don't move, I'll be back.
Find him.
Go, otherwise you'll lead
the dogs to me.
Sorry, my friends, they're gonna
Don't be mad at me. Run fast.
The two of us will manage.
If he's really drowned,
we'll need divers.
My boy is not the kind
to commit suicide.
Sorry, buddy.
I have no other choice.
You keep quiet. Let me sleep.
Lebraque!
Lebraque! The teacher said
not to do something stupid!
Loggers, sir! Can we go see them?
Yes, but be careful.
Give me your hand.
Camus, what kind of tree
are they cutting down?
An oak, sir.
- What will they do with it?
- They'll feed it to the pigs.
You feed its acorns to the pigs,
but what about the wood?
- They'll make furniture, sir.
- Very good.
- Freedom or Death!
- Lebraque!
See, you'll be able to put
your personal belongings here.
Come on, it's not a prison.
Is it?
Another tough cookie, huh?
I'll be back next Thursday.
If you behave, they won't keep you
here very long. I'll see to it.
By the way, what should I tell
your father?
Tell him he could have
brought me himself.
Bye, little guy. Behave.
Excuse me, sir.
I know this one too.
Is he in the same dorm?
He's new too.
there's gonna be some rough stuff.
Believe me, I know them firsthand.
That's how I make a living.
A very meager living,
I might add.
Are you new too?
Laztec.
Lebraque.
- What are you doing here?
- It's my dad. And you?
Me too.
- I can't believe it! Laztec!
- Lebraque!
- Good old Laztec!
- Good old Lebraque!
The creeps.
To think that when we're big
we'll be as dumb as they are.
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