Mostazas Bitches

Hi, Berline. - Hurry up. I said hurry up.

I gotta make some assignments. - Fuck your stuff.

But don't come like that. - Fuck off.

You're my girl, man. Can't mention my stasis to even it.

Fuck 'em.

Oh, man.

You're my girl. You can fuck the mustache.

You can make the mustaches for me, man.

My girl.

Washy, Washy.

Come on, girl.

Girl, come on.

I'll stay with you for a little while.

Come on.

So you've been hanging out with them fucking tramps again, huh?

Who are you to tell me who I should be with?

There's no hell in you!

Who are you?

Just because you're fucking my mother doesn't mean you tell me who I should be with.

You have gone, Miss Pendell.

You understand that you're a little black brat?

And that's gonna make the lesson.

Now take off that shirt!

*********!

Is this what you want?

That's right.

You little liquorice stick!

Talking to me?

Now you've got a telepath.

Huh, you little...

It's good enough for your mother and it's good enough for you, you little brat.

Why don't you like it too?

And it was Tanda.

...