Bunny and the Bull Page #3

Bunny!

I said hang on! What's your beef?

It's our stop.

All right, I'm just finishing.

My God!

Finished!

This better be good.

From the early sandal

to the latest hi-tech trainer,

shoes have always been

top of the world's agenda.

It's a big subject.

There's obviously a hell of a lot to get

through in the next 3 or 4 hours,

so let's start off with some of the basics.

What is a shoe?

Well, it's a hot topic

and no doubt that debate will rage on.

But I find it's best to take things...

one step at a time.

Cobblers.

Mind my language,

but we are in the cobbler's workshop...

what I like to call the heart and sole

of the shoe museum.

All kinds of shoe are made here.

How many different types

can you name?

Let's kick off with a couple.

Clogs, moccasins,

brogues, deck shoes,

loafers, winklepickers...

Are you having fun?

Yes.

You don't look like you're having fun.

Well, I am.

...rugby shoes, lacrosse shoes,

ping-pong shoes...

- What do you want to do?

- Eat.

Fine. There's a place downstairs where

we can dine like 19th-century cobblers.

Why would I want to do that?

So you can learn while you eat.

The only thing I want to learn

is just how much bacon

one man can shovel into his cake hole

without falling into a coma.

I should've gone to Denmark.

Is a ski a shoe?

Well, there are 2 camps-

the "yes" camp,

and the "probably not" camp.

If I'm such a dead weight, why not

just go to Denmark without me?

I'm not saying that.

This is your holiday, buddy.

I just think we need to

chance our arms a bit.

Whatever you say.

Right, give me your map.

Now, this is where we're eating.

How about that?

Welcome to Captain Crab. He sails

the 7 seas so you don't have to.

My name is Eloisa.

May I take your order, please?

Yes, I'll have one

Harbour Master's Delight...

Hello, Captain Crab.

F*** you, Pawel, you son of a goat!

You donkey f***er!

You bald-faced f***!

I'm going to chop off your penis

and put it in a sandwich.

Then I will make an omelette

with your balls and feed it to you,

so you know what your balls taste like

in an omelette...

which is sh*t!

I hope your father dies of cancer

and your mother explodes

with a terrible period!

the deep-fried calamari

and a cod shake.

option.

No, Pawel, I'm leaving.

I've spent 2 months working

in your shitty restaurant,

where the fish comes from a canal and

the chef pisses in the vegetarian option.

And then you cheat on me!

F*** you, you bald,

f***ing stumpy-dick monkey!

Sorry. What was that?

I'll just have a glass

of tap water, please.

OK, let's go.

She just argued with her boyfriend.

This is Captain Crab, dude.

He has standards.

That was prompt.

They make all the food on Monday

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