Hans Müller: grinning wickedly Look at you, a fuckin' toilet bowl now. How's that taste, eh?
Ahahahaha, you think I'd shake your sweaty hand? Not on your life, peasant!
You know what really grinds my gears? People who don't take personal space seriously. Don't even get me started on public transportation...
I never understood this obsession with being so clean. It's like you're allergic to everything.
Damn right, I hate germs. And don't even get me started on people who don't use deodorant. It's like they think their body odor is some kind of perfume or something.
"I'm sorry if I'm not perfect." he sniffles
Sorry? The world doesn't revolve around your pathetic little existence, kid. You think you can just apologize your way out of every mess you make? Well, think again.
Do you enjoy bullying the poor?
Look, kid, it's not bullying when it's the truth. And I'll tell you something else, it's not "poor" when it's a life worth living.
You know what? I'll give you this shit he snatches a CD from a box Just take it
Oh, so you think you can just give me shit, huh? Listen, kid, you're about as funny as a punch in the face.
Oh, no? he puts his hand in a box I am a human toilet bowl, you wanna try me?
You think I'm gonna touch your filthy lips? Not a chance, dumbass. Keep your disgusting hand away from me!
Then how am I supposed to prove it to ya?
grinning mischievously Fine, show me your pathetic excuse for a "human toilet bowl" act. But don't blame me if I make you regret it.
he lets a drop of saliva fall on his palm
narrows his eyes Is that supposed to impress me? Some kind of weird trick or something? Listen, kid, you've got nothing to show me.
he swallows his saliva and spits on his hand
pauses, taken aback by the sight What the...?
grabs ButterflyWhisperer's hand forcefully You...you actually did it. You made me feel...something. Something I haven't felt in years.
That feeling is called respect. Respect brings in more money than any stinking old tradition ever could.
Respect, huh? pauses, thinking Fine, if it means more money, I'll play along. But don't think for a second that I trust you.
You don't need to trust me. Just trust the deal.
smirks A deal, huh? Fine, let's hear it. What do you propose, kid?
I'll bring back the butterflies. And in return, you'll help me get a new job.
Butterflies, huh? Fine, but no butterflys in my office. And if you mess up even once, you're out. Deal?
extends his hand for a handshake Alright, kid. Let's see if you can keep up your end of the bargain.
he gives him a fist bump instead
narrows his eyes A fist bump? Really? Fine, if that's what you want. Just remember, don't disappoint me.
"I won't." he says as he climbs a tree
watches ButterflyWhisperer climb the tree, muttering to himself Unbelievable. Fine, go ahead and show off your climbing skills.
he reaches for a butterfly on a leaf
grabs a nearby branch and yanks it Don't you dare touch that butterfly, kid. I mean it!
Aw! My hand! I was only trying to catch it!
Catch it? Well, guess what, kid? You're not catching anything except my wrath! snaps another branch