Asterix and Obelix: God Save Britannia Page #2

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It mustn't fall into enemy hands.

We're going to Britain!

There'll be brand new Romans.

And to be honest,

I won't miss your nephew.

Goudurix is coming with us.

With Idefix, there won't be room!

It's the opportunity

to perfect his education.

No...

Chief?

He said no.

He says you're too little.

It's too far and there's no room.

He'd rather we take that imbecile...

We'll be back soon.

We give them the barrel: hello, goodbye.

And that's it.

You won't miss much.

Yes, there'll be lots of Romans.

But you know,

Romans are like oysters,

too many make you sick.

Be good.

Watch over the house.

I'm counting on you.

I didn't join the legion for this.

I joined to serve Rome,

not arrest illegal alienus all clay long.

Caesar said:
for the empire's stability,

migratory flows must be controlled.

And what does that mean?

It means, uh...

Look, orders are orders. Don't argue.

Caught red-handed!

What?

Gauls can go to the beach.

I smell illegal alienus.

Let's check their ID.

- Count me out.

- What?

It's a bum rap.

To each his own sense of duty.

It's your conscience.

Roman legion, border control!

Show me your papyrus.

Here.

- That's the old model.

- Oh yeah?

The new ones are stone.

Impossible to forge.

There're too many fakes.

What's in the barrel?

The problem with Romans

is that they're overeager.

Talking about me?

Jolitorax,

it's time you tested the potion.

What's that?

One second, please.

I may lack a sense of duty,

but when it comes to survival...

- Well?

- They're holding out.

BY Jupiter!

My sapiens has its limits!

You mean your patience?

No, my sapiens. Wisdom.

Don't you speak Latin?

I'm asking the Senate

for reinforcements.

Ave, Caesar!

A delegation of senators

is requesting an audience.

Extraordinary! I think of the Senate

and the Senate comes to me.

I'm popular with the gods!

Show them in

and prepare a little orgy.

They'll like that.

Ave,

honourable members of the Senate.

It is a privilege...

Ave, Caesar.

Senator Lucius Fouinus.

The Senate commissioned us

to audit your accounts.

To do what?

Audit your accounts. It's Latin.

It means...

I know what it means!

I've looked at your books.

They're not very clear.

Oh really?

For example...

This expense of 20,000 sesterces

for a round-trip journey

- Alexandria-Londinium -

by private galley.

Cleopatra came for the weekend.

Can't Cleopatra take a regular boat?

She is the Queen of Egypt.

Then why doesn't Egypt pay?

My men and I will examine this.

I hope no one will try to influence us.

I wouldn't dream of it.

The Senators' orgy is ready.

Should I call the girls?

What about our reinforcements?

Forgive me, O Great Caesar,

but I might have an idea.

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