[Mentok is doing a magic show for his nephew's birthday party]
Child #1:
Make a rabbit disappear!
Child #2:
Do a trick!
Mentok:
Nope! Got something much better.
[dons fortune teller's turban]
Mentok:
Byooo-weeeeeeeee-oooo...
[points to successive children in turn]
Mentok:
You: You're going to die in 23 years of a coronary embolism. You? You're going to live in Tuscany with your mother... *and your boyfriend!* You: Telemarketer. You: Lite FM radio DJ. You? You will raise poodles. And not the big kind that win prizes. No, the annoying little kind that go, "Bap! bap! bap! bap! bap! bap! bap!"
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:36