30 Minutes later on a flight to Vatican City

"How do I get my hole into these fucking situations?" Robert mumbled as he lit the 5 cigeretts he just stuffed into his kisser. "This is going to be one fuck of a night Wheelie."

"I think it will be fun. I haven't gone on a Vatican run since 1985." Wheelie said.

"Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face you fucking gorilla. This is no joy ride to Italy. We won't be eating meat balls and hunting for hookers. We have to find my old associate before we can make babies."

"I took my first wife to the Vatican for our first date. I was so horny that I made her sit on my lap while I did donuts with my power chair 4000. "

"Eew. You are fucking weird. I kind of hope you go down with the ship."

"Who is this associate you speak of Mr. Langdon? Can we trust this man?"

"CHRIIIIIST! SHUT THE FUCK UP! DO YOU WANT ME TO HELP OR NOT? FUCKING HIPPY! "

"Beg pardon."

"Of course we can trust him. I'd trust that cracker with my life, and have on the many occasions that we go out looking for drinks and ho's."

"Ho's?"

"You need to get out more chump. Now listen, he doesn't liked to be called by his first name." Robert advised.

"Why? What's his first name?"

"DID YOU EVEN LISTEN TO A THING I JUST FUCKING SAID? JUST A LITTLE BIT? PULL YOUR TESTES OUT OF YOUR BELLY BUTTON AND LISTEN TO ME!"

Mr. Wheelie stared in awe at his formidable counterpart.

"You may call him Mr. Cent. Nothing else. No 'Hey you!' or 'FITTY!'. Got it shit for brains?"

"Of course Mr. Langdon. Any associate of yours is a trusted friend to me."

Good, now wheel yourself over here…I want to join the 'Mile High Club".

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