Levenslied2011

Vader Vreeland:
[at school] So, fellow!

Boutros Sroer:
Who are you?

Vader Vreeland:
Oh... he is smart!

Boutros Sroer:
Oh... my name is Sroer.

Vader Vreeland:
I prefer to call you smartboy.

Boutros Sroer:
[started] Perhaps...

Vader Vreeland:
I don't think so. I have nothing against your kin, is that clear?

Boutros Sroer:
My kin?

Vader Vreeland:
Does the name Jasmijn Vreeland ring a bell? That is my daughter. And you are Sroer with loose hands.

Boutros Sroer:
Good that you are here, Mr. Vreeland. Then I can explain the situation.

Vader Vreeland:
Oh yeah, explain... You are damned good at it, at explaining. I have another way... That is without repetation. [punch Sroer on his face]

Boutros Sroer:
[falls down]

[the pupils of the school are witness of it and start to yell]

Vader Vreeland:
The next time you stay away from my daughter with your hands! Is that clear? [and he leaves]