Sterke verhalen Page #2

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One victory point.

Sit down!

The more keys, the more chicks.

The more shaven pussies.

Exactly. Can you call Sanne?

That she has to continue advertising.

-Why do I have to do that?

Do it for me.

-She's been trying to reach you.

You call her.

I think I need to explain

something.

Marlon and Sanne knew each other a bit.

He's been to her place.

Now the poor girl's in love with Marlon.

For no good reason, but who am I?

So...

Do you want to help me?

With the party.

Do a bit of advertising.

Look pretty.

Ok.

You wanted to marry her.

Yes, but not yet.

Marlon?

I'm bored.

A**hole.

Marlon!

-No, Mario.

The handsome one of the two.

We're making extra keys, so you

have to advertise them longer.

What? I've been doing it for a week

already.

Are you watching porn?

No.

I've already given everyone

a flyer.

If you need more people, you have

to think of something else.

Alright, in the meantime, keep

spreading those flyers.

Can I talk to Marlon?

He's asleep.

He just updated his status to

'Morning Exercises.'

Yes, so he can't be disturbed.

Wait, I have another call.

-Keep distributing flyers.

I'm going off on a tangent, but you

wanted the whole story.

This is Iris with her boyfriend

Peter.

In the days when everything was honky

dory and sex tapes between them.

Yes, it's fun.

Back to the phone call.

Is that you, Iris?

I just wanted to go see him as

a surprise.

What did that a**hole do

this time?

Go home and I'll be there as

soon as I can.

Let me finally introduce you

to Lotte.

The tough DJ chick.

Sanne! We're having a house party!

Beer? Iris? What?

I'm coming.

Ive been at a party where

she was the DJ.

She's wild!

-And a slut, I think.

Not anymore.

-What do you mean?

Her latest experience with a guy

wasn't a success.

The stairwell story.

Stairwell story?

No, wait a moment.

I think she'd never sleep with

a guy like that.

She only has sex with big

black guys.

You're right.

Thank you.

-Let me.

You heard him.

-I'll finish this job.

Let me spoil this little chicken.

Have you got a condom?

-Really?

I don't want to get pregnant.

Wait a moment.

Tim!

Dude! Come down quickly!

Mom, get lost!

Shall I untie you?

Such a sweet child.

A good thing you're not

my daughter.

Shall we go to my room?

Jerk!

I've died.

From the inside.

It's all black.

I'm black on the inside.

-Boys are jerks.

Boys are jerks. Repeat after me.

It works.

Maybe I should become a goth.

You won't become a goth.

None of my friends ever becomes

a goth.

Never! Understood?

We've got each other.

You've got me.

I'm holding you.

Boys are jerks.

What are you doing?

Watch me.

What?

-I have things to do.

Don't you want to have

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