America Bound Part 1
Gilbert walks into the room with an annoyed look on his face. “HEY, BRO! What the fuck is this?”
Ludwig looks up from his homework and shoots a look at him. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop interrupting me from my work. I want to get my stuff in to Oma in time.”
“Stop calling her that! We’re adopted. A-D-O-P-T-E-D. What the fuck ever. Just look at this!” He drops a set of travel papers on top of his brother’s work.
“Huh? What is this?”
“You tell me!”
“How am I supposed to know…”
“YOU’RE SMARTER. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!” Gilbert takes the papers and waves it in his brother’s face.
Ludwig started to get extremely annoyed. He grabs the papers from his obnoxious brother’s hand and starts to look through them. “Seems like these are for us….to go to…America?”
“What the….why are we going to America? The hell is going on?!”
“You’re talking to me like if I know anything. I’m just as confused as you are.”
“What? Nooo. You have to know something. You and that old woman always talk about something. TELL ME, BRO, TELL ME!”
Ludwig got up from his chair and rests the papers on his desk. “One, respect her and call her ‘Oma’. Two, even if we do talk every day, I know nothing about these travel papers. Three….where did you get these papers?”
“What kind of stupid question is that?!”
“Explain. How exactly is it stupid?”
“…..”
“Spit it out, ja?”
“THAT’S NOT THE FUCKING POINT!”
Ludwig sighed and shook his head. “It’s pointless asking you. I’ll go ask Oma instead.”
Ludwig looks up from his homework and shoots a look at him. “How many times do I have to tell you? Stop interrupting me from my work. I want to get my stuff in to Oma in time.”
“Stop calling her that! We’re adopted. A-D-O-P-T-E-D. What the fuck ever. Just look at this!” He drops a set of travel papers on top of his brother’s work.
“Huh? What is this?”
“You tell me!”
“How am I supposed to know…”
“YOU’RE SMARTER. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!” Gilbert takes the papers and waves it in his brother’s face.
Ludwig started to get extremely annoyed. He grabs the papers from his obnoxious brother’s hand and starts to look through them. “Seems like these are for us….to go to…America?”
“What the….why are we going to America? The hell is going on?!”
“You’re talking to me like if I know anything. I’m just as confused as you are.”
“What? Nooo. You have to know something. You and that old woman always talk about something. TELL ME, BRO, TELL ME!”
Ludwig got up from his chair and rests the papers on his desk. “One, respect her and call her ‘Oma’. Two, even if we do talk every day, I know nothing about these travel papers. Three….where did you get these papers?”
“What kind of stupid question is that?!”
“Explain. How exactly is it stupid?”
“…..”
“Spit it out, ja?”
“THAT’S NOT THE FUCKING POINT!”
Ludwig sighed and shook his head. “It’s pointless asking you. I’ll go ask Oma instead.”