Joe Fleisch (flaysh): like a dog on his knees, at a leash, with a dog-collar, half-naked.
Beat me, whip me! You are my African queen, my mistress, my dominatrix. Hahahahaha!! (Bursting out into a shrieking, screaming hysterical laughter)
(then turns to Nimrod who kind of ignores him)
Please, son, tell her to whip me harder. I deserve it, I want it, I need it. I am a colonialist, I am a white bastard, a bloody imperialistic son of a white bitch addicted to cocaine, whiskey and Viagra. Hahahahaha! (same shrieking burst of laughter)
Then gets up on his feet, becomes a bit less obedient and a little bit dismissive.
I am paying this utterly beautiful and attractive black babe to be my mistress. Yeah, I am a white Nazi-bastard, and she is my servant, fulfilling my perverted wet fantasies. Oh, I am so bad, so totally fucked-up, my miserable soul is a big black hole, like the continent of Africa!!! Hahahahahaha (again same shrieking laughter)
Oh, holy orgasm! Let me be the white slave of this splendid, terrific black young lady. (gets on his knees again, in the same dog-like manner as before)
Yes, I want to be whipped and tortured by my black mistress! Yes! And in the very end I want her to slaughter me, to turn into a cannibalistic bitch and fucking devour me!!! Hahaha!!! (again the same laughter)
He changes into kind of weeping voice, but obviously enjoying it.
My mother always beat me up as a child, because she was a heartless, desolate bitch. The catholic priest of my childhood kept on constantly raping and fucking me all through my years of puberty, filling my ass up with his unfruitful priestly Christian sperms on a weekly basis, making me suffering from constipation my entire life. The only thing I can do since then is farting; farting, farting, farting all day long. Farting the CO2 out of my weak, mortal body and my lousy sports-car. Warming up our blue fragile planet together with all these cows and cattle and sheep, who constantly keep on farting the methane out of their intestines into the atmosphere, amplifying the greenhouse effect even more, before they get slaughtered and processed into roast-beefs, hamburgers, hot dogs, sausages and steaks. I am a sinner! I want to be punished by God. Punish me, almighty Lord! I deserve it, I love it!
Melinda, whipping him quite hard and shouting out loud:
I love you, Joe Fleisch. I love your invisible God, I love your white crucified son of the Lord and I even love your devil. (one hears the crack of the whip) Take that! That feels good, doesn’t it? Let me see your little tiny erection. I am so glad to be here. I am the chosen specimen of a doomed race. I am chosen by God, I am chosen by my two white sugar-daddies, to serve them, to satisfy their needs! I am happy and blessed! Please Nimrod, whip me, while I whip him. ( bows down and kisses submissively Nimrod’s hands, while playfully whipping Joe Fleisch’s bud with the whip in her hand)
Nimrod (whips her, unmotivated, playfully, more symbolically, obviously not too much turned on by this):
The Niger-delta is doomed to die! Its inhabitants are cursed! We do not have to care about them. Caring is senseless and unprofitable. Only profit counts, only profit! SHELL, I am with you! You rule, you rule!
Monitor becomes void and black. White letters appear, a background voice resonates.
“The Rumanian Lord Nimrod Kamer, the Ugandan Poetess Melinda Nampiima Kiwanuka and the miserable German Looser Joe Fleisch (pronounce Flaysh) are definitely wrong. Half a century of destruction, exploitation, impoverishment and misery in the Niger-delta is enough. From today on let’s not refuel our cars at the petrol-station of SHELL until this company starts to clean up the mess in the Niger-Delta. Yes we SHELL. It is that simple.”
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