whaaa--

Pau: FUCK

Pat: oh... well, you have to catch the ball with your hands, not your face

Pat: big deal, it hit you in the eye. not a big problem.

Paul: Oh, look, a piano. I remember how you used to play

Patrick: yeah

Paul: Will you play something? Well, maybe a dog waltz?

Patrick: Firstly, I don't play anymore. Secondly, the dog waltz is the most typical crap

Paul: Just tell you can't play this "typical crap"

*Patrick is playing something cool, idk*

Patrick: are you happy?

Paul: That's cool of course, but... so it's going to be a dog waltz?

Patrick: I'll hit you.

Paul: Okay, okay.

(Sorry for the clumsy translation, I'm using a translator)

Paul: I found this by the fence. It's dead.

Patrick: eww

Paul: oh fuck

Patrick: Paul!

Paul: mother fucker..

Patrick: It... it could have rabies...

Paul: Well, that's it, I'm living on my last Monday.

Patrick: Can I take your gaming console?

Paul: ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?

Patrick: what's wrong?

Patrick: Are you playing again?

Paul: Well, yes, this is how I relax.

Patrick: I don't waste time on video games, I read books. I recommend you do the same, by the way.

Paul: You're just a bore

Patrick Rio de Janeiro will come to you at night