*A trainstation in Brussels, noon;
You fucking piece of shit faggot! Do you have any clue what time it is?
A bit? I sat here for five fucking hours! Five! I should punch you in the face..
Yeah, yeah.. of course you're sorry..
Believe me, you're going to be even more sorry when you're jerking off alone tonight..
What do you mean, what? I'm going back home.. What did you think?
I stayed because I wanted to call you a faggot while I was still pissed of..
Now that's done so I can leave..
You'll make it up for it?
You call that making up for it?
So, follow with me here.. You are going to make this up to me by getting yourself laid? That's what you're saying?
Well, you can go find yourself a piece of fifteen year old ass to fuck somewhere else. Sick wanker.
Because I'm fed up with you, seriously fed up..
Well, I guess that means we're done. Aren't we?
*fifteen year old piece of ass walks away down a stairwell;
Asshole.. Five hours..
No, we're not going to talk about this, my train leaves in ten minutes!
And thanks to you my discman is out of juice! Should be real proud of yourself!
Hell.. two hours and a half on a train and no music..
Didn't even bring a book..
Stupid me..