Slim Slam Slum

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 sh*t?

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 sh*t 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:
F*** 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 sh*t, in this hash-cottage.