Bros Before Hos Page #3

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one more time. Just once.

Get a Golden Retriever and a mini van

while you're at it.

What are you talking about?

Come on.

It's not a relationship.

Farewell sex. That's it.

Bam.

What are you doing?

I barely know you.

Seriously.

Are we doing something tonight

or are you and her?

Well, I... Oh sh*t, man.

I have to...

Be right back.

Where's he going?

- Something at the supermarket. Dunno.

Sorry.

A chunk came up.

That's easy. First Blood.

- What? Seriously?

Rambo Part I,

is my favorite movie too.

What? No way.

- Best film ever.

So f***ing bad.

He just wanted something to eat.

- They drew first blood, not me.

Are you telling me

that 200 of our men against your boy...

...is a no-win situation for us?

You send that many,

don't forget one thing.

A good supply of body bags.

Look, I'm not really anti-relationships

or something, but...

...I'd never really want one myself.

It always ends in trouble.

I hate that claiming stuff.

You know. They always want to hold you

and touch you and sh*t.

Just give me space.

Most chicks are either annoying...

...or not that hot.

It's true.

Sorry.

What's keeping Jules?

He's been gone for a long time.

No idea.

I'm going up. Lie in his bed.

- Yeah, me too.

Not in his bed, of course,

but...

...in my own bed where I also...

So...

Good ni...

Sorry.

Anna, what is this?

Porn, Mieke.

It's the only thing that calms him down.

- Don't treat me like a fool.

You know the rules.

- So what should I do?

He loses it all the time.

- So give them sex movies and ideas?

What if they get babies?

- When did you take those from him?

Two days ago,

but this is hardly the time...

No, no, no!

No, no!

Go to sleep.

Can someone give me a hand?

Jordy, don't!

No!

F***!

Bart, you're not attending staff.

Let go of Jordy!

Hi.

- Hi.

Everything OK?

- Not really.

How come?

Jordy can't watch porn.

They'd rather put him in isolation.

F***ed up.

- Yeah.

He's so sweet,

but he transforms completely.

Empty the register, motherf***er.

- What the f*** are you doing?

Empty the register!

What? Is this it? Is this it?

- Calm down, man.

Jesus, what the f*** were you doing?

- Saving your life.

Oh, right. Thank you.

Rambo sh*t.

It was small, like a Nazi gun.

A Luger.

What happened?

- Your store was robbed, man.

By a junkie.

- Goddammit.

For how much?

- There was hardly anything in the register.

How much?

- I don't know.

Three hundred or something.

- Goddammit.

I think those Chinese have the money.

- Pardon?

Over there.

I don't know what goes on in there.

Shady, depressed characters enter

and walk out happy.

We've been watching them for a while,

but no proof yet.

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