Mike Stroud: Oh man… I am starving. I have to eat something.
Randolph Fiennes: You can’t, we have run out of food, remember?
Mike Stroud: Oh my god, so I will have to eat you! I am
starving to dead…
Randolph Fiennes: You must be joking, right?
Mike Stroud: I am not dude; I can’t handle this situation…
Randolph Fiennes: Think about people who are suffering multiple
sclerosis, if you overcome this situation, with the money we are raising a lot
of research can be done, so stop crying and keep on walking.
Mike Stroud: Well, Imma make an effort for the people, hope
they remember me; I don’t want my story to end up being used for just an essay
for a reading.
Randolph Fiennes: Oh, that won’t happen! If we make it, we’ll be
so famous, everyone will know our name.
Mike Stroud: For sure! Oh there’s an Emperor Penguin let’s
hunt him!
Randolph Fiennes: Come on… Are you serious?
Mike Stroud: Yes, I am, no-one will know that. Give the
machete.
Randolph Fiennes: Will you eat that penguin raw? Dude you are
sick…
Mike Stroud: I told you that I am starving so, if I don’t
eat that penguin Imma eat you, man! Give the machete!
Randolph Fiennes: Here you have, that’s insane...
After hunting the penguin, Mike Stroud is
eating the poor animal.
Randolph Fiennes: Ehhm… So…
How does it taste?
Mike Stroud: Freaking good! You want some?
Randolph Fiennes: Errr… No…! Well give me some, just to try…
Mike Stroud: Remember not to tell anyone about this, you
have never eaten a raw penguin, right?
Randolph Fiennes: Whatever you say man… Of course I won’t tell
anyone about this.
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