The Closet Page #3

- Get to work!

I had a hunch...

I can spot 'em. I did him.

It's his walk, his little ways...

I said to myself: "That's one!"

I didn't.

It's the way he looks at you,

sideways, round-eyed.

- Like a pigeon.

- Are pigeons gay?

Coffee, anyone?

No, thanks.

He walks tightassed.

France is no good at rugby?

We played S. Africa

and New Zealand...

They're better, don't kid yourself.

The "All Blacks"

and "Springboks" are way ahead!

They have the Super-Twelve...

OK, they're pros.

But in Europe

some of our teams can match them...

Felix is right:

we win now and then,

but in the long run...

You've got a fan!

It's the dating game!

You've got taste:

Pignon is mignon!

That humor is out now!

I won't say it twice!

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

I'm glad.

You eat beets?

Yes.

They're healthy.

I had shredded carrots.

Really?

They're healthy, too.

I'll have some.

What?

Beets, I'll have some too.

Enjoy your meal.

Thanks.

Listen...

Yes?

We should grab a bite some day.

- Well?

- Seems to be working.

Come in!

Santini, "Mr Rugby",

asked me to lunch.

That's a good sign.

To your future.

- How can I thank you?

- I should thank you.

Why?

I'm retired,

life isn't much fun.

Then you, suicidal,

unemployed, appear...

Thanks to you, now I'm neither.

And I've found the way

to full employment:

There's another thing...

I got fired a long time ago.

Now, in a way,

I'm getting even.

Coming!

That cat never stops eating!

I open tins all day long.

Feels like he ate a whole ox today!

Why did they fire you?

they're keeping you on.

So things are evolving!

Move your asses!

Push, you fakers!

Watch out for those butts!

What'll I say to him?

Eating alone with that f*ggot!

Stop saying "f*ggot"!

You're right! Sorry.

You'll goof and say:

"Who needs gays in gay Paree?"

Why would I say that?

That's how you are.

I'm from Marseilles, not Paris!

OK, forget it,

just be nice to him.

What can I talk about

with that sissy?

First, pick a good restaurant.

I did:
"The Truffle".

Costs a fortune!

Show him you're not a brute.

Say what you love about rugby

is the warm

locker-room camaraderie.

What warm camaraderie?

Men together under the showers,

naked in the steam,

glistening, muscular bodies,

a buddy soaps your back,

you soap his.

- It's why you love rugby.

- It is?

No, that's just what you tell him!

Get rid of your fag-bashing image,

dammit!

Sh*t...

Traffic was awful today.

Yes.

And Paris traffic

can be really awful!

I'm glad you were let go...

- I mean, that it worked out.

- Thanks.

You're good manpower.

Sorry about your mishap

at rugby.

I've forgotten it.

People think I'm just a big brute...

But I'm as sensitive

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