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Part Two
Michael: Hey, look at those guys over there!
Vivi: Shit! They've noticed us staring!
Michael: Why are they staring?
Bobo: Maybe because you've got soup in your moustache!
Michael: So have you!
Bobo: I know something sick and demented which would stop them from staring!......
Michael: What? Your arse!?!
Bobo: What's wrong with my arse!?!!!
Michael: What ain't wrong with it! You've got mutations all over it! If only you hadn't wasted Grandma's inheritance on that left-hand store which went bust in a week, you could have sorted your arse out!
Bobo: Well you weren't complaining about my arse last night!
Michael: Shhh, Bobo, that's not for here!
Bobo: They're still staring!
Michael: I know! 'whisper, whisper, whisper'.
(Then, with one quick flash of Bobo's demented arse, Steiner, Vivi and Zidane fainted in disgust!)