Asterix and Obelix: God Save Britannia Page #3

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I'm listening.

Why not use our secret funds

to hire mercenaries

to do our dirty work?

Supposing such "secret funds" existed...

Who do you have in mind?

The worst barbarians of all, Caesar.

The Normans.

A fearsome people from the North

where the snow never melts

and it's dark for six months.

These merciless warriors

who drink from their enemies' skulls

have one particularity...

they do not know fear!

What's your name?

Megacursus, O Noble Caesar,

to honour and serve you.

Well, Megacursus,

go find the Normans and hire them.

If you succeed in this mission,

you'll be a rich man.

And now let's enjoy that orgy.

- I despise waste.

- Me too?

No. You'll get an orgy-basket

for your trip.

Why did you

desert me

Why did you abandon me

Why did you ditch me...

I understand why.

Why is it all over

Why did you leave me...

You're giving me a headache.

- I'm expressing myself.

- I'll express a bashing!

Obelix, patience and psychology.

Goudurix, what do you want to be?

I want to be a bard.

But the old man wants me

to be a druid.

Druid is a fascinating profession.

Yeah right, 60 years of schooling.

No thanks.

What's a British hunk?

A tourist!

Don't take it personally.

It's because in Gaul

we say that the Brits are kind of...

I mean, you're not very...

What about you?

How do the Britons see us?

I say. We find you arrogant,

loudmouthed, lecherous,

cowardly, uncultivated...

and dirty.

Why did you forsake me...

Stop bleating like a lamb,

you'll never become a man.

What's a man in your book?

Two guys like you

who live together with a little dog?

I'll kill him.

We promised the chief

we'd bring him back safe and sound.

Calm down.

In Britain, two men living together

is quite common.

That's not the same thing.

I think there's

a little misunderstanding.

We don't live together,

we share lodgings.

It's more like we're roommates.

It's like co-workers

who have the same hours.

It's a question of practicality.

I never Would've left you

I never would've gone...

Bless you, Obelix.

It wasn't me.

Sorry.

I'm sorry to impose my presence on you

in your jolly-boat, noble travellers.

But I must reach Britain

and regular boat lines

don't like illegal alienus like me.

I say, he is original, eh what?

Don't worry,

when we land,

I'll depart and bother you no more.

You're no bother.

But why Britain, mister...?

Pindepis. My name is Pindepis.

I come from a poor,

distant land in the Ganges Valley.

They say you can get rich in Britain,

so I decided to try my luck.

What's that?

A plant from back home.

It grows all over.

I feel less lonely with it.

So please don't throw me overboard.

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