My Good Enemy Page #3

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Rule number two:

Less talk, more action.

Rule number three.

- How many are there?

Three. Divide and rule.

- Divide and rule?

Yeah.

If they're busy fighting each other,

they won't have time to beat on us.

Show us some skin. - And shake that ass.

, the hippo called.

It wants its body back.

He can't even fit on the screen.

Ever heard of a diet?

- That word's not in his dictionary.

Fast food is.

- Hand over your valuables.

Anything you want locked away?

How about you, ?

Have you three changed?

Then off you go.

If you're done changing,

then hit the courts.

How about you, Alf?

Are you joining us today?

Okay.

Come on, . Move it.

It's your fault we're losing.

Stop falling down all the time.

Can I go get some water?

- Sure. Anemone, take Toke's place.

I'm busy. - Come on. Just do it.

This one is Anemone's.

- This is Johannes'.

No, this is Johannes'.

Damn, there's a third one.

- He took a picture of me earlier.

Delete it.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss." Good one.

Okay, I'll send you one.

"Slurp, slurp, slurp." And a smiley.

Nice. I'll add a smiley to mine.

"You're nasty. Smile!"

Okay, here's another:

"Gym sucks. See you tonight. Johannes."

Now Johannes accidentally

sends that to Mathias.

Oops.

What are you doing?

- Shut up, Frits.

Get the hinges back on! Hurry!

Faster, Alf. Faster.

Keep your mouth shut.

- But what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Huh? What are you up to?

- We're looking for my inhaler.

Your inhaler?

- My asthma inhaler.

you've never had asthma.

- I just got it.

You just got it?

I don't want you hanging around

in here. Get back in there. Go!

Mathias, wait! I don't know

how it happened.

I didn't send him any texts.

I don't know where they came from.

I didn't write them. Wait up!

Mathias! Mathias!

Your phone. Give me your phone!

What's going on?

- Don't read my messages.

What is this then?

- I don't know.

I didn't write that.

- It's over.

What's wrong? Mathias?

- Get lost. Goto hell.

To hell with them.

Victory dance!

I'd like to see you do better.

But you can! You dance ballet.

- Used to dance ballet.

Do a few steps.

- My foot is busted.

Come on.

Goon.

It's not funny.

Who is it?

- Tilde.

What does she want?

- To know what I'm up to.

There's one more club rule.

Rule number four:

No contact with Tilde.

You're in love with her.

What?

- Sex is power.

Sex? I've never touched her.

- But you'd like to.

No. Says who?

Fair enough. Then the fourth rule is:

No girlfriends.

She's not my girlfriend.

- Okay. No contact with geeky girls.

Did you hear what I just said?

- I'm texting her that I...

No. Put that phone down.

- Okay, okay.

I was wondering if you wanted to go

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