Christopher Johnson's Son:
Fuel goes in here!
Christopher Johnson:
That's enough! QUIET!
Christopher Johnson's Son:
...then we fly away.
Christopher Johnson:
I said QUIET! We cannot trust him.
Wikus Van De Merwe:
What is he saying about the fuel, is this, are you trying to start this thing? He-he. Are you little fookers trying to start this, and get away, ay?
Christopher Johnson:
Never mind.
Wikus Van De Merwe:
Ha-ha. Yeah, you sneaky fookin' prawns, heh?
Christopher Johnson:
Too bad. I could have fixed you.
Wikus Van De Merwe:
Wha- wait what did you say about-about the *fixing*?
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 08:28