Dear Dictator Page #2

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sold military secrets

to the United States.

Oh, my God!

For this, I blame the enemy.

They can take away our friends,

but they cannot take away our spirit.

Homeland... or death!

Homeland or death!

You don't belong here!

Put your sunblock on and go home!

Shoot this guy.

Did I tell you I can't practise

next week?

- Oh, yeah. The Bible retreat.

- Hm-hmm.

What exactly do you do on those things?

We worship. It's rad.

I... I'm sorry.

I don't know why I did that.

It's OK. It's OK.

Um, it's just temptation.

You can shun it.

You're right.

I feel like such a reject.

The Lord will show you the way.

Repent

Repent, repent, repent

Repent

Repent, repent, repent

Repent

Repent, repent, repent

Tatiana!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Your forehead vein looks like

it's gonna pop. You should chill.

How am I supposed to chill

when I get a call

from the high school principal

saying my kid's a total f***-up?

- I'm sure she used those exact words.

- She did.

And then she says

that you need more guidance.

Like it's my fault.

You try having a kid

when you're in high school,

- and you see how well you do.

- No, thank you.

You don't think I want

to be some smart-ass

writing letters to a dictator

for a school project?

I don't even know what that means!

- I used to be a rebel once.

- No.

That's fine. That's fine.

Put it away. OK, I get it.

No, you can stop now.

You're not funny.

You're disgusting.

Get away from me. Stop!

I'm just saying, look where it got me.

I got you extra Sriracha.

You're welcome very much.

- Hey. I need you to come with me.

- I'm busy.

You don't know where I want you to go.

Yeah, to your geezer boyfriend's,

so you can sit outside

- and see if he's cheating on you.

- I'm sure he's with someone else.

Like his wife?

OK, go up. Look in the windows.

He said he was gonna be home, but...

he hasn't returned any of my texts.

The lights are on.

Go.

March up there and scout out the target,

soldier.

Go!

Oop!

Come on, come on!

Let's go!

- Was he there?

- What do you think? He lives there.

With his lovely wife and his two kids.

Those aren't even his kids.

They're her kids from another marriage.

And that Patty b*tch isn't so lovely.

She is a psycho b*tch who spends

all of his money and acts like...

Like what?

Like she's married to him?

Sh*t! My armband!

Mom, we got to go back.

Dear Anton,

thanks for the armband.

I'm wearing it right now

even though my mom hates it,

but I hate my mom,

so that makes us even.

To be honest,

I'm not wearing it right now,

because it fell off when I was

running away from someone.

Long story. I hope everything

is going good with your country.

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