The Reluctant Fundamentalist Page #3

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with you teleporting

their baggage.

So your business isn't travel;

it's shipping...

subcontainer-scale shipping.

Real-world assignments

come in on Monday.

Nothing too exciting.

Everybody will be disappointed.

Almost everybody.

Go, brother.

# Let's go #

# Uh-huh, yeah, yeah #

# Top-level philanderer #

# My time in the camera #

# Reason why she's smiling #

# 'Cause I'm nice

with the algebra #

# President, I rose to the top

of my class #

# Model chick by my side #

# Champagne in the glass #

# And she telling me #

# Papi far ahead

in these lanes #

# So such-and-such #

# Should probably

just stop speaking my name #

# I'm the boss here,

the king would never... #

Toss it, Wainwright.

Ow!

Plays out like this.

First, B-school.

Second, run my own hedge fund.

Third, philanthropy.

And in 25 years,

I'm gonna be devoted full-time

to wiping out malaria.

What if someone takes out

malaria before you get there?

Well, I'll pick the next

available disease

and kick its ass too.

If that lazy f*** Posada

would learn to slide like that,

we'll get another pennant

this year.

Well, unlike you commoners,

I have a law degree.

I'm gonna run a Fortune 500 company

until I hit ten digits.

What about you, Changeez?

Where do you see

yourself in 25 years?

25 years...

I'm gonna be the dictator

of an Islamic republic

with nuclear capability.

Anyone want a soda?

No, I'm good...

Saddam.

He really scared me.

Thought he was for serious.

Thank you.

Wow.

Ooh!

Whoa!

What the hell was that?

That was Herman.

He overshot his gap.

Herman, are you okay?

Oh, man.

Yeah, I'm good.

You all right?

Oh, I hope I got that.

Your expression was amazing.

You're not hurt, are you?

No, lost a couple of inches of hair,

but apart from that...

Oh, you know what?

It's a little out of focus.

Excuse me!

Could you do that again?

Do... do that again?

It looks great.

Yeah, sure.

Oh, thanks.

All right.

Like, one or two feet higher.

Come on.

Go fly, Herman.

I'll strap my wings on.

I'm sorry.

Is this, like, a magazine

shoot or something?

No, no, no.

It's not that official.

I'm just photographing

these guys for a new project.

I wasn't trying

to kill you, so...

And I won't kill you.

I promise.

We'll see.

In Lahore... in Pakistan,

where I'm from...

kids don't fly on skateboards;

they fly kites.

Kites?

Really?

I don't know your name.

- Oh, Changez.

- Ah.

Stay on your mark, Changez.

Changez.

Changez...

That's right.

Very good.

Okay, Herman?

He's coming, isn't he?

He's coming.

I can feel him.

- Whoo!

- Sweet, Herman!

Great.

Okay.

- Right.

- Sorry, got to run.

Is there a way I can...

Hey.

You're my William Tell.

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