Bordering on Bad Behavior Page #3

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without anyone seeing you.

You're Australian Lebanese...

You walked into a top secret

Israeli communication base,

and you've taken two prisoners!

Yeah, that sounds about right.

What the f*** happened, huh?

Work it out, f***-stick!

We've been captured.

Where the f*** were you, Bob?!

Uh...

Shu?

No, I was grabbing a beer...

and um, I got punched

in the face by this...

this here nice gentleman

with the gun.

F***ing Americans...

Everything is a f***ing party,

right?!

- What?

- Homecoming!

Miller time.

Well as you can see...

we have a crazy Australian Arab

with us tonight!

An Aussie?

Hey, you from the penal colony?!

You're a goddamn criminal, huh?

Jesus, Bob, when God

was giving out brains,

you clearly thought they were

milk shakes!

You make fun of my goddamn middle name

one more time, I'll bite off your nose!

What's your name, Arab?

Steady on with that Arab thing.

My name is Baz and I work

for nobody, alright?

You know Baz,

we have plenty of room for

pussies like you in our prisons.

You're in Israel, motherf***er!

No one fucks with us, got it?!

Shut the f*** up!

Boys please, for the love

of God, shut up.

Hey, hey, hey,

relax with the guns,

guns ain't funs.

What do you say

we have a few beers?

You Aussies love a cold one,

right? Yeah?

- Gimme a f***ing second!

- Sure, sure.

Alright, listen...

Bob...

That sounds good to me.

But no bullshit, alright?

I am no threat to you.

I just walked in

the wrong f***ing door.

Kind sir, if you would be so nice and

go over here and cut my cable tie,

I could get up

and get us some beers.

I just don't want to die today

or tomorrow.

Alright.

Don't cut off my hand, please.

But not you, Ari.

You have to calm

your sh*t down first!

Who the f*** gave you

all the power?

Just because you got a gun,

don't you think you're getting

out of this situation scott-free.

Hey, steady on mate.

- Alright, let's just tone it down a notch.

- F***!

Now, I know that your

adrenaline is pumping,

and the red mist is f***ing with your ability

to process this situation right now.

But I urge you to calm

your sh*t down.

Piece of sh*t.

This guy is off the charts.

There you go.

Ari, Ari...

Relax.

Yeah okay, fat man.

Fat man? I'm not fat.

Hey look...

Let me ask you

the same question.

Who gave you all the power?

Who gave me the power?

You're in my country,

you American idiot!

Go invade some other

weak-ass country!

Get your head out of your ass,

and clean the sh*t from your

ears, and hear me soldier.

Because when the sh*t

hits the fan

and it gets a little

rough out there,

all you pussies,

and you're all pussies...

you call the good ol' U.S. of A.

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