The Alchemist Cookbook Page #5

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guys in New York.

It'd be real fancy.

And you know the

robot in rocky four?

Yep, we were gonna

have one of those,

just bringing us tacos and

fancy chocolate and sh*t.

Almost f***in' happened.

Damn.

F***.

Cortez?

It's my birthday today!

Oh, gas.

I'm gonna tear my teeth out.

F***in' f*** it.

F*** you.

You failed.

You failed both of us.

A man need a goal.

You f***in' failed.

You got this.

You f***in' got this.

Come on.

Cas.

Here's your f***ing tooth!

Where are you?

Where the f*** are you?

Cas.

Cas.

Casper!

Casper.

Casper!

Casper.

Casper!

Casper!

Cas! Cas!

I'll save you.

Don't leave me.

Wait for me.

Casper!

Where are you, motherf***er?

Give me back my cat!

Casper.

Where are you?

Cas.

Anybody.

F*** you.

F*** you.

I won, motherf***er!

I won!

It's over! It's over!

It's over.

Hello there.

There comes the sleigh.

Whoa, there, Bonaparte.

Hey, Mabel.

Where is that lunch basket?

Why, I

think I'm sitting on it.

Oh, you think

you're sitting on it, do you?

Why, I know you're

sitting on it.

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