Slim Slam Slum
2002
VVS Mand: Hi, there! Wut Wut! Top of the morning to you!
VVS Mand: Well, if this doesn't help in the count of a minute. Then I'll have to goddamn break down the whole can. Slam: But, how come our new 12 dollar plunger doesn't work a shit? VVS Mand: I'll tell you why my friend. Because the plunger I have here is actually 15 to 20 times more powerful than that. Feel it by yourself. VVS Mand: 15 to 20 times more powerful than that piece of crap! Look at it! It's useless!
VVS Mand: (after fixing Slim, Slam and Slum's toilet) (happy) There. That ought to do it. Slum: Great, dude. Now we can shit again. VVS Mand: Wait, wait, and hold your horses. (throws a big clump of toilet paper in the WC) .we have to do the test first. Slim: Erhh, what kind of test? VVS Mand: (points at the paperclump in the WC) That one. If it can't take that, we have a very serious problem. And then you'll have the pleasure of my company several times. And you wouldn't want that, would you? VVS Mand: (the test is working, and the toilet is now fin) (happy) We goddamn did it, boys.
Slim: What about the bill. How much is it? VVS Mand: 100 bucks! Slam: 100 bucks? VVS Mand: No reason to panic. I'll send it by mail.
Slam: (Slim and Slam is sitting in the couch, and playing Tekken 3 on Playstation) Again! Yeah, man! Slim: Damn! Arrgh! (pause) Slim: Gotcha your junkie, man! Did ya see that? Slam: Fuck you, man! Have a circle kick! Slim: No!
Slum: (sitting on the toilet) Hey, Slam? Did you read that Robert Crumb moved to Southern France? Slam: Nah.
Slum: (after looking their nasty fridge) I'll get some sugar from Ulla the Healer! We never have a goddamn shit, in this hash-cottage.