Breakfast on Pluto Page #4

Now, one more complaint from that school...

and it'll not be good for you,

by Christ, it'll not.

Oh, Mammy?

Do you have the price of the dance

and a cup of coffee?

Price of the dance and a cup of coffee?

Price of the dance and a cup of coffee?

Well, do you think I'm made of money?

Do you think I'm made of money?

Will you just hand over the cash?

Will you just fork out the money...

and stop blathering,

you f***ing whiskery old whore.

Here. And don't ask me again.

Well, thank you so much, Mammy.

Thank you so much.

-No. No, no, no, no, no.

-Why not?

I'm not obliged to give you any reasons,

but I'll give you two anyway.

Him and her.

Don't have to stand for this, do we, Paddy?

Oh, Paddy's her name.

Well, that's reason number three.

-Did you ever ride a man, Lukie?

-No, but I rode a man that did.

F*** you.

-Evening.

-How you doing?

Mikey, go get the lads.

I'm warning you, get out of here!

F*** them and their Rob Strong.

We'll go to the glen.

Excuse me. Can we have a lift?

Get on.

Moving out.

Druids, man. We're like the Border Knights.

Knew all about the space-time continuum.

-No, Lawrence! No. Excuse me, please.

-Open his eyes.

-What do you see, bro?

-Sausages.

No stars?

Stars and sausages.

Now you're talking.

Gotta get behind the surface.

Yes, surface.

I see four green fields, Brits in one of them.

-Not for f***ing long.

-Hey, no politics, man.

Border Knights don't allow them.

Jams the astral highway.

So why do you call yourselves

the Border Knights?

Because the only border that matters...

is the one between what's in front...

and what you've left behind.

When I ride my hog,

you think I'm riding the road?

No way, man.

I'm traveling from the past into the future

with a druid at my back.

-Druid man or druid woman?

-That doesn't matter.

What matters is the journey.

-You know where it goes, baby?

-Where?

We'll visit the stars and journey to Mars

Finding our breakfast

On Pluto

Pluto?

Pluto.

No, not Pluto the dog. Pluto the planet.

Named by Percival Lowell

and William H. Pickering...

after the invisible king of the underworld.

You think about that.

Oh, kiss me, Joseph.

Kiss me, Joseph Hanratty.

I'll beat your f***ing....

Now, boys and girls...

a retreat is time for prayer and reflection.

Some of you may have already noticed

that your bodies are...

going through some changes...

and I would like you to feel free

to approach us...

about any problem that concerns you.

So, I will leave this problem box...

here by the altar rails.

No problem should be precluded.

After all, that is why we are here.

Now, does everyone remember last week

we were talking about....

You'll not bring my retreat into disrepute,

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