War of the Buttons Page #4

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Of rotting intestines to them

to ransom you!

Go to hell!

- And to the priest will tell!

The intestine had stretched thin!

Down with the priests!

All will say that Aztec the Velronians swine

was sent running with his pants down.

Backwards! Out!

And if you want another beating

come back again on Thursday.

We won the war?

No, just the battle.

Our war must have a name

to go down in his toy.

I know!

The war of the buttons!

Sometimes he says clever things.

I'm proud of you, shorty.

The war will end when all Velronians

are sent running bare-Assed.

Long live long Verne!

Follow me!

Miracle in long Verne.

I do not know what happened but you

seem to be in a state of grace,

Everything worked out right.

This is for you, little Gibus.

- Thank you.

Well, all except mister...

Lebrac!

As a reward we will visit the

museum of the prefecture.

The bus departs

tomorrow morning at 6:.00 am.

Sir?

Will I be staying here?

Am I still being punished?

No, you are going.

You will have time to learn the history of

antiquity, as well as our beautiful rivers.

Pay attention to the beauty

of the lines.

Admire their purity.

Here we see not only the talent

of the artist

But also the superiority of

the Aryan race in all its grandeur!

The Aryan race, which, of course,

is the greatest of all.

A controversial point of view.

Strange idea, do you think so?

I teach children to respect

differences between people

And treat everyone equally.

So I was raised.

Here's a result of such an education.

Your father...

- He was killed at Verdun.

And that's good thing. He would

not have tolerated your stupidity.

Well, I recommend that you all

practice sports.

Marvel at this

the handsome athlete.

Just a preternatural animal!

- This picture, dear children,

Is an ideal worth imitating,

some would say.

But, sir?

- Yes?

Did they fight naked?

Of course, young man.

To show their fearlessness

they fought almost entirely naked,

With only a sword and shield.

Their young bodies, hardened

by the struggle

Their torsos, shining like onyx, and

hips and thighs carved out of alabaster

And chest muscles, shining like jade,

shone out a challenge...

now follow me

to the hall of the archdiocese.

Forward.

Marvel at this

handsome athlete!

The beauty of his muscles!

The supremacy and purity of

the body of the Aryan race!

I am a Greek warrior!

This Greek warrior!

Have you seen my muscles?

They are very tiny.

Do you want an egg?

- Yes.

Here you go.

Violet...

here, you don't have much.

At home we have enough.

- Thank you, that's sweet.

You're a lucky guy.

Here, sir.

And what did you do?

- Nothing, nothing, I know him.

Brochard...

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