GOLDEN BOY
BEETHOVEN’S YOUTH
Mikael Ross
One ought to…
One ought to turn it around.
So that one isn’t always taking direction from what others have already said.
But instead… saying it oneself.
Yes, exactly!
Setting the note oneself!
To command the snow: Melt there!
To bid the Rhine: Flow backwards!
Sigh.
And what should we play now, Kaspar?
Hmmm… Wait… I know what! Huh?
Ohoo! I’m the genteel Mon-syer von Poo-pasch!
Haha An’ I’m… ...I’m…
I’m the Lady von Bustewitz!
Luddi! Lookit! Mon-syer von Poo-pasch got his bum wet!
Hmph, you two and your idiot games.
Why are you tying us to the sleigh, Luddi?
Because you’re playing my subjects.
We’re going to play something intelligent now.
Okay, what? You’ll see. Come over here.
But why must we pull you, Luddi?
Because I’m playing the ruler.
Someone who royally drools!
What’s a drooler, Luddi?
R-u-l-e-r! You brain-eaters! And from now on, you call me “your highness”.
Hup hup, pull faster!
What kind of useless subjects are you!
I’m the first minister!
An’... An’ I’m, I’m, uh, I’m a… fairy minister.
Nonsense! There’s no such thing as a fairy minister!
Then I don’t want to be a subject, either.
I demand absolute obedience!
What the hell?
Bull’s eye!
Heh-hehh! Hoho!
Hey fart catcher!
Shit-sack!
Hans Assing!
Luddi, do they mean us?
Take that back, or… Or?
No, or is your name Hans something?
Heh-heh!
LUDVIG VAN SHITHOVEN. We’re going back home now, come on! They do mean us, Luddi!
Ha, are your crap brothers already clearin’ out?