War of the Buttons Page #3

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And, yes... are you not sure?

- I'm sure.

What do they say?

- I do not know.

Stop following me.

- I? Follow you?

Yes, you.

- You're not my type.

Am I not beautiful?

You're not bad.

But you're not blonde.

I heard about you.

- You bet! Everyone knows me.

I know you're the class clown.

And a poor student.

I just fall for intellectual

smart guys, mister Lebrac.

Lebrac!

- Oh, it's the same thing.

Why are you sulking?

- I don't sulk.

You are also like a fishing rod.

- Oh, it's because of

the zero on your spelling.

Since when is this sulking!

I do not sulk, I think.

About what do you think?

- On a strategy.

How do you know this strategy?

From his father. He served

in the colonies.

Yes we know.

Charge!

Slap c*cks!

Who are the mightiest of all?

The men from Velron!

You bastards!

- Slap c*cks!

You attacked us!

- Yes, thieves!

Slap c*cks!

- Sh*t heads!

So what is your strategy, anyway?

Listen up, guys.

'After this blatant... naked...

insolent... attack...

we have no other choice but

to play by their rules.

The war will be ruthless.

Blood and tears will flow

,

we will suffer losses

But such is the price of victory,

And ps... and therefore...

here I hate your speech!

In short

war is declared.

We kick ass like ass has never been kicked

that they will remember forever!

All this sounds real good,

but you have no plan, do you?

So what? I listened very carefully in class

about napoleon, king of France.

You mean emperor.

- It does not matter.

He was a brilliant strategist. As he

defeated the Prussians at waterloo...

uh huh, right - But what do we do?

I will explain my plan.

In a calm, secure place.

What do you want, little Gibus?

It's war, sir!

- Really?

You have it from me.

Until tomorrow, sir.

Wait for me guys!

No! You have to scare me.

You have to look menacing.

And yell at the same time.

Next.

- They think that we don't have the guts.

We'll take them by surprise.

This is called psychological warfare.

Charge!

These cretins attacked us!

Come on, follow me!

You wouldn't hurt a defenseless man!

You're lying!

- You're not a man. Can I kill him?

Yeah, run away!

- F*** off!

Get out!

Now who's a slap cock?

Death to all Velronians!

Let me go!

- What a dragonfly! Bring him here.

Help!

What are you doing?

Psychological warfare.

- It's okay.

First, we'll pull out your fingernails.

- Yes!

Then poke out your eyes.

Then we'll cut out your tongue.

And then we'll cut off your dick!

If we can find it.

And then your balls.

And who's a slap cock then!?

I'll tell my father!

- He can rot in hell!

And the pope too!

I'll tell the Aztecs... will send

a portion of rotting guts

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