Augustin, roi du Kung-fu
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:41:02
"3,500 francs."
:41:06
"Nice work, son. Hats off to you!"
:41:09
I tried to sell that thing
for god knows how long.

:41:12
"It's hideous, too!"
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It was a hardware store.
I owned it for 15 years

:41:20
"then came the invasion.
Nice people, though."

:41:24
"I sold it well,"
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for a very good price.
:41:28
"Now I'm a manager,"
:41:31
"it's a cinch! No loans,
no nit-picking inspectors."

:41:35
"Still, it takes work. Stay in harness,
that's my motto."

:41:41
Are you alone at the hotel?
No girlfriend?

:41:47
Not now? Or never?
:41:49
Not now.
:41:51
"Right, who needs them?"
:41:54
So you're out of luck with girls?
:42:00
I'm the opposite; they're
out of luck with me.

:42:03
That's the way it goes.
:42:06
That's your lunch?
:42:08
"You eat like a jockey. Of course,
you're an athlete."

:42:13
"For a future kung fu star,
you're not beefy."

:42:17
"You're no Rambo. But clothes
are misleading. Me,"

:42:21
I'm lean for my age. Not a
pinch of fat. Feel it

:42:27
I think I hit a bone.
:42:28
Bones are harder to build up!
:42:31
Li should put you on a commission.
It's only fair.

:42:36
I blabber on. You're so quiet...
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modesty's nice.
:42:43
Sorry to pester you but
you're my savior.

:42:47
My novel's full of details
I must get right.

:42:56
"Mr. Boutinot, Augustin."
:42:58
We met before.

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