Estomago Page #3

Not the waiter, dude.

They could bring back that guy

that went to... Piraquara.

Do you remember him?

That crook with bad hair

that cooked for us?

He kicked the bucket.

He was a motherf***er.

True, but he was an awesome cook.

Some rosemary and black pepper

would give it a nice touch.

What are you mumbling there?

What did you say?

If it had rosemary and black

pepper, it would taste decent.

--Did you hear that?

--Do you cook, butt-white?

Yes. I used to be a cook.

Come here.

Come here, damn it!

Say, if we'd get you that f***ing

black pepper, would you cook?

Sure.

But I'd need an oven.

The other guy had one.

--Where is it?

--It's safe. I got it.

Good job.

What's for tomorrow?

--What are we having tomorrow?

--It doesn't matter.

Just get me some garlic, pepper,

onion, cooking oil...

grated cheese, rosemary...

I can make something out of it.

No kidding!

--Hey, Lino!

--Shoot.

Talk to the kitchen guys.

Tell them to arrange that stuff...

that rose something.

Not rose... it's rosemary.

Right... rosemary!

Get that sh*t for... what's

your name again, redneck?

Nonato Pocketknife.

Lino...

Get that rosemary for Nonato,

tomorrow I'm in for a good meal.

Hey you... Wait Up!

You go back to cleaning.

And you cook.

I should explain about

power struggle in this cell.

Those two talking are

Wait Up and Bigmouth.

Bigmouth is a pickpocket.

He is a loser and always

talks too much.

Things turned out pretty bad

for Wait Up since he got in jail.

That quiet one in the corner...

his name says it all... Kidnap.

He doesn't talk to anyone.

So we'd better leave him alone.

Skinny was a grandma's boy.

He was a "mule".

I ain't swearing him.

He used to carry drugs

in his stomach.

He's done it so many times that

his stomach is messed up now.

He keeps taking those anti-acids...

he buys them off Lino.

That one over there.

Lino is our errand boy.

He gets us some stuff.

And charges everything,

of course.

That one constantly in a bad mood

is Big Walt.

He's a scapegoat.

When sh*t hits the fan, he raises

his finger and says: "I did it."

That big black guy owns our cell,

he's the big boss around here.

He does things that even

the meanest people wouldn't do.

His name is Bujiu.

He has a cell phone,

gets female visitors...

not just of his own women.

He knows how to make people do

whatever he wants.

That's why we're so few

in this cell...

whereas the other cells confines

thirty guys.

Bujiu... sleeps on the top bunk bed.

But here at the bar,

my fried chicken snack rocks.

Some doctors say fried food is

bad, clogs your veins...

What are they:
doctors

or plumbers?

Ask Mr. Giovanni

if fried food is bad.

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