War of the Buttons Page #3

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- His ears! His tongue!

- His snoot!

- Let's cut off his weenie.

If you touch me,

I'll tell the priest and the mayor.

How are you gonna do it?

You won't have a tongue anymore.

And no weenie, either.

- Should we start from the top?

- Yeah.

Ears first. Hold him tight.

Please, Lebraque! Please don't!

Chicken. It's only

the back of the knife.

- Is everyone like you in Velrans?

- You're not even bleeding.

We should put him in a cave

and go fart, one after the other.

It would be like a gas chamber.

- Now let's get...

- No! No!

...serious.

I don't care about your ears,

your snoot or your weenie.

Only one thing matters to a man.

His honor. And in five minutes,

you won't be proud of yourself.

No, Lebraque! Please don't!

Where does he get

all these ideas from?

Now, go see your priest

and your mayor.

We sing all the way to Victory

As she awaits us with open arms

Freedom guides our steps

From the north to the south

the Trumpet of War

sounds the charge

Fourth requirement:

you must register to vote...

at your town hall.

- Hey, Lebraque.

- What?

- They said they'd be back tonight.

- Then we'll thrash them again.

Tell the others and

go hide again in your tree.

Lebraque.

What are the requirements

to be able to vote?

- Let's meet tonight at the quarry.

- I've warned you before, Lebraque.

- Watch out for detention.

- Please not tonight, sir.

I'm still waiting. What does it

take to be able to vote?

You must know your geography.

Be quiet, Macailler. It doesn't

hurt to know your geography.

But that's not enough

to be a voter.

- You must be from that country?

- What country?

France.

All right.

What else?

This is not the day

to get detention.

Could you be a voter?

- No, sir.

- Why?

Because you don't have hair

on your ass yet.

- What did you say, Lacrique?

- I said that, uh... uh...

- What?

- It's because he's too young, sir.

Excellent answer.

Big Gibus!

You're staying after class.

- Sir, please--

- You too, Lebraque!

It's not his fault. I was the one

whispering the answers to him.

Then you'll join them in detention.

Those dummies, now we're short

three guys. I'll have to lead.

Fourth requirement: you must

register to vote at the town hall.

Fifth requirement:

Hurry. We're late.

What's happening? What are you

doing down there?

I can't see anymore! I can't see!

- Give me back my bandage.

- What are you doing here?

I knew I shouldn't have went!

What would you have done?

They had at least ten extra guys.

- Where are the others?

- I don't know. They're all over.

What a thrashing.

- You guys look pitiful.

- Hey, we were outnumbered.

That's no excuse. One Longeverne is

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