Rarely laughed that much! A payslut stands at the site of the street and wants to serve me as a tank-up slave. I dumbed this piece of dirt in my car and drove to the next patrol station. After this fuel-bimbo refuel my car I give him a purchase list. Sadly this Zero has an IQ of pump 2 and forgot the half of my orders. So I fresh his brain up a little: In the Selfmade-Washing Station I shove him with a hot water until the clown drops to the ground. The dismissal was short and painless – oh, not really – because with some kicks I send him in the dirt. Who’s next?