G.O.R.A. Page #5

A classical|but perfect idea, Sir.

l wanted to talk to you|about this matter.

For Gora's future l have Vumar's|son Timar in mind. How's that?

-Vumar's son Timar?|-But, Sir...

Vumar's son Timar is...

God knows what they|say about me.

l put forward myself|for this noble duty.

-Your daughter and l are in love.|-She's burning with love.

-She never mentioned anything.|-That she's burning?

l wanted you to hear it from me. l'd be|honored to be your son-in-law.

l don't believe in love, Logar.

Vumar's son Timar is a great|hero for the Gorans.

l rather entrust Gora's future...

...to a hero, instead of a lover.

Really?

-Commander Logar!|-Yes, my dear.

-An object is closing in, Sir.|-Who's this?

Excuse me. Who are you?

Get out! Out! Out!

Out...

See you later, Superior Tocha.

Good bye.

Arif, buddy?

Yes?

We did you wrong today. Forgive us.

lt's alright, forget it.

We're in space, everybody is confused.|lt's not a big deal.

-ls everything fine now?|-Sure, man.

You do that guy one more wrong|and you'll get a feel of this.

You are really a phenomenon,|always up to something.

Was this your bed?|Sorry, pal.

Sit down. Here, you|left these in the examination room.

l really appreciate it.

Let's get acquainted.

Arif lk. All sorts of|carpets, kilim, travel.

-Here.|-Fine. l'm Bob Marley Faruk.

-Are you Turkish, Bob Marley?|-Yes.

Great. Have one.

-l don't smoke.|-Really?

-Can you give me that one there?|-This one?

-Here.|-Thanks.

-How long have you been here, Bob?|-8 years.

Holy sh...what was that?

l'm sorry.

You've disappointed me.

l had a bar in Kusadas. There was|great music, reggae.

-But it didn't fly?|-Nope.

l was in debt up to my ears.

The creditors came to kill me.|So l tied a rock on my neck.

l was about to jump from the jetty...

...and bang, l was in a spaceship.

Then a completely different world,|would you return?

Well...

Let's suppose l did return.|The creditors arrive:

''Where have you been Bob?''

''l was abducted by aliens and|so on.'' Would they buy it?

-They wouldn't.|-Nope.

Then there's the media.

You're making the headlines each day,|'The Man Abducted by Aliens''

-This seems to rub you wrong.|-You got that right.

l have nothing against space|but the attitude is wrong.

You expect something more civilized|when you think of aliens.

-You're a prisoner here|-So?

Don't make me mad.|You're a prisoner. l'm comfortable.

That's because l work in the kitchen.

lf l were in the quarries...|They work you to death there.

They implant a chip and|you walk around like a monkey.

What's this man, quarry, chips..?|ls this being alien or human?

lf you'd like l can get you|a work in the kitchen too?

What kitchen, pal? ls there no way|out of here?

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