Michael: Come on, come on, come on. Patricia: [Holds a plate of a dark paste to Michael] Hungry? Michael: I am starving. [Takes plate and reacts in extreme disgust] Oh. Patricia: It's yellow-eared bat, a Pinare specialty. It's made from the bladder. Michael: Oh, bat bladder. Holy Kaopectate! I don't think so. Patricia: You might prefer the kara toka. Michael: Yeah, right. Patricia: Chicken. Michael: I would prefer that. Thanks. Ready. Patricia: Excuse me. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Michael, I have to talk to you. Michael: Patricia, let's not, okay? Patricia: There's something that you don't know. Michael: Yeah, like why you left me. Patricia: Because of the fifth phone line. Michael: What is that supposed to mean? Patricia: One morning some guy showed up at our apartment to install a fifth phone line. He asked if I was the receptionist. And I realized that I had lost you somehow. I packed my things and I left you alone. I figured you'd be happier that way. Michael: You thought this would make me happy? Patricia: How long before you noticed I was gone? Michael: Why didn't you talk to me? Patricia: Talk to you?! I spent six months telling you I was unhappy. Michael: It was a crazy time for me. I just started working at L.T.G. Patricia: Michael. Michael: I had a straddled position in sugar. The price went up, it skyrocketed, I'm shorted.. Patricia: Michael. Michael! Michael: What? Patricia: It's very hard for me to tell you this, so please listen. Michael: What choice do I have? I'm stuck here with you and the Village People... till you celebrate Banana-fana-fo-fana. Attractive woman on computer: Hello, you. [All villagers react excitedly] Ooohhh... Michael: Excuse me. [Puts hand on her shoulder and points up] The real world calls. [Walks to computer] Attractive woman on computer: Hello, you. Patricia: What I'm trying to say is that.. Michael: Look, I was right. I was right! Patricia: I wasn't exactly alone when I left you. Michael: [Puts hand in ear to block her voice] 97 and a quarter. Patricia: Michael. Michael. Michael: I'm with ya. Coffee has gone crazy. Patricia: I didn't know it, but I was... Michael: 97 and a quarter, 97, 97.. I'm gonna wait till 97 and a half. Patricia: ...pregnant with your son. Michael: 'Cause it's gonna happen. Waitin'. Papa is waitin'. Come to Papa, 97 and a half. Sold for a tidy $300,000 profit. God, it's good to be good! [Patricia walks away] What'd she say?! Pinare man: Hello, you. Michael: [Walking after her] Patricia... All right, Patricia. What did I do?! Patricia: I just told you that you had a son, and you didn't even hear me. Michael: What are you talking about? What son? Patricia: Your son. [Points to Mimi Siku telling a story to a Pinare boy] The boy sitting next to the fire over there is your son. Michael: [Pointing to him] That is my son?! Patricia: I must have started a thousand letters to tell you, but every one of them started with, "I know you never wanted children." Michael: This is nuts. This is nuts. This is unbelievable. Patricia: I was confused... Michael: This is unforgivable! Patricia: I'm not asking you to forgive me, but he didn't do anything, so don't blame him. Michael: That's my son? Patricia: [Nods her head] His name is Mimi Siku. Michael: His name is what?! Patricia: Mimi Siku. Mimi Siku. Roughly translated, it means... "Cat Piss." Michael: He picked the name "Cat Piss"?! He was six years old at the time. It's a territorial thing. You sure he's mine? Patricia: Positive. He's got your nose, and he thinks he's never wrong. Attractive woman on computer: Hello, you. Michael: No, no, no! Get away! No! Don't touch that! Don't touch that! No, don't touch that! [Computer shuts down due to low battery] Huh? [Holds up power cord] Oh. You wouldn't happen to have a place where I could stick that, would you? Pinare man: Hello, you.

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