Wish (4)
~Make sure you've already read "Wish (3)"~
The following is an unofficial transcript of a conversation**
- Yo! Guys!
whhhhAAAAt!?
- This guy is trying to think! Could you believe the bastard?
Isn't he on vacations? Fuck we're down at the bitch!, I mean, beach, and is this self-proclaim nerd trying to put together some thoughts?
- Oh, fuck! He's not giving up. Get together guys, let's see if at least he is going to get some sex tonight or not. Now if he's trying to read that label on the bottle of vodka again, I'm telling you right now, we're going on strike and he's going to become a fucking retarded! I ain't doing no more thinking for him, Oh hell no!
Oh, no! Not that label on the bottle of Vodka again, please no! This dirty rat! I swear I'll shut down his heart and this time is for real!
- All right guys, let's do some thinking. He's holding a lamp in his hands; the empty glass of vodka lies on the sand behind him; he's saying some shit about a magic lamp; and about a wish. A magic lamp and a wish. . . ?
That's it chief. We lost him. I told you that that bag of weed that he smoked for new year's was stale! Buy cheap and you get cheap! I knew it! Tried to tell you guys but. . .
- Shut up! Let's get over with this. Now Antonio, Luis and Pedro get your asses over here and try to decide what the hell to do with that fucking lamp! And the next one saying something will be gone together with the hangover!
Yo chief! You're the boss. Let's do some thinking then.
** This conversation was between a cluster of brain cells in charge of taking decisions and their foreman -a brain cell foreman. They were trying to decide something related to a magic lamp.
- Yo! Guys!
whhhhAAAAt!?
- This guy is trying to think! Could you believe the bastard?
Isn't he on vacations? Fuck we're down at the bitch!, I mean, beach, and is this self-proclaim nerd trying to put together some thoughts?
- Oh, fuck! He's not giving up. Get together guys, let's see if at least he is going to get some sex tonight or not. Now if he's trying to read that label on the bottle of vodka again, I'm telling you right now, we're going on strike and he's going to become a fucking retarded! I ain't doing no more thinking for him, Oh hell no!
Oh, no! Not that label on the bottle of Vodka again, please no! This dirty rat! I swear I'll shut down his heart and this time is for real!
- All right guys, let's do some thinking. He's holding a lamp in his hands; the empty glass of vodka lies on the sand behind him; he's saying some shit about a magic lamp; and about a wish. A magic lamp and a wish. . . ?
That's it chief. We lost him. I told you that that bag of weed that he smoked for new year's was stale! Buy cheap and you get cheap! I knew it! Tried to tell you guys but. . .
- Shut up! Let's get over with this. Now Antonio, Luis and Pedro get your asses over here and try to decide what the hell to do with that fucking lamp! And the next one saying something will be gone together with the hangover!
Yo chief! You're the boss. Let's do some thinking then.
** This conversation was between a cluster of brain cells in charge of taking decisions and their foreman -a brain cell foreman. They were trying to decide something related to a magic lamp.
Jean-Francois was drunk at 5:04 PM
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