Knallhart daneben Page #3

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- I took some days off.

I'll give you some more,

motherf***er.

The money!

Where's the rest?

- What? We agreed on 50 Euro.

Tell him, Tiger.

- Only 50 if you had paid on time.

But you didn't.

Now you pay interest.

What were you thinking?

- What, you retard?

But I...

But I'm out of money.

This is stolen anyway.

- Bah, stolen, you cute fag.

Come closer.

- Come!

Watch.

Same happens to you

if you don't bring 50 Euro tomorrow.

Now nod and piss off.

Nod and piss off!

Piss off, you victim!

Could you light it.

It's simple:
Pay or they beat

you up until they're bored.

Take your pick.

Thanks for the advice.

You're are true buddy.

Hi, baby brother. Want to join?

- Nope, I ...

I just asked him where

you are hiding.

Back to class!

We'll have a talk afterwards.

Well?

Having fun together?

- What's that supposed to mean?

You and your bum.

- You and your fancies.

We talked about art.

Rainer sold a picture today.

I thought he depends on social welfare.

- See. Today he sold a picture.

Did you see his pictures.

- Nope, he's shy.

A shy artist...

What's a picture worth?

- What, 100 Euro?

This time.

The customer seemed very interested.

Could turn into a money-spinner.

Happens all the time. A few bucks

first, then they get famous...

Bum!

Michael?

Hi.

Do the dogs belong to you?

- I have to walk them for my father.

Look out!

Do you live here?

- Yes but you can't come in.

Keep in touch!

Crille!

Matze!

Do you want a pounding?

- Sorry.

One step further and

I rip your skull off.

Piss off fast!

Hey.

Your old man is back.

Tell us something new.

- Something really new.

F***!

- Catched us flat-fooded.

Does it hurt?

- Sure.

My mother's bum has stolen my money.

Do you have anything left?

Nope.

- How?

All gone?

- Yes.

He's likely gonna sell

our playstation.

I wish he's dead.

No, you don't wish it.

I do!

If we sell our stolen stuff

then everything is allright.

So, you mean we sell it

to a pawnshop?

Pawnshop? I know someone better.

- The captain?

Then I can't come along.

- So what?

Here it is!

- Are you sure?

Were I born here or what?

- Look at this crap!

Hey, that's not crap.

- Sure, yada-yada.

They never sold a thing.

- Can't make a living.

Of cource not but...

- Then what?

Captain Nemo is the

money laundry king.

Millions go through this door every year.

- This door?!

Hello. Where's Captain Nemo?

- Downstairs.

Come.

Hey!

- Welcome on board.

My best buddy, Polischka.

- Sit there.

Long time no see.

How's your stinking brother doing?

Sold for cheap

a long time ago.

Did he tell you about

Matze and this shop?

No?

Look at the hole over there.

This bugger knew I had a gun.

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