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When my days are bad, I have a talk with my social worker
The Dorks
We're going to introduce ourselves, I'm Nanar, he's Mich, here is Rafy,
and the other one is... a jerk! Let's get serious.
The thing is, we've already been banned from Paris sewers by the hygiene services.
- They just are fascists. - Gestapo!
- As things stand... - It smells bad. It smells like poo...
- Do you smell something? - No.
- And you, Master Sphincter? - Good lord!
- Where does he come from? - It's Master Sphincter.
He taught us everything.
He taught us the ancestral art of the ninja.
It definitly smells like poo, right?
Mister Man please come out. Time is flying.
Let's go for the demo. Are you looking closely? Raffy will try to surprise...
Nanard? Are you okay?
What a fail. Epic fail.
Help me! I'm becoming crazy! I see dead people...
Keep pouring wine, it's disinfecting.
Are you sure about that?
Ninjas are fighters. But above all, they're healers.
What am I doing here?
What the hell did you do?...
Wait... Am I actually dead? He's so stupid.