The following conversation takes place entirely in German. You are reading the translation of the notes which were pried out of the cold, dead hand of the witness.
Give me a Sterni, asshole!
Lick my greasy Mohawk, Deutschbag!
C’mon! I begged most of the money! All you did was flirt with the chicks walking into the store!
Both of you are fucked! It was MY dog that made us get all the change for the beer today.
Shut up, bitch! Your dog ate my fucking homework!
Oh, right… when was the last time YOU went to school? Were there cars, or did you suck dick on horseback?
Shut up, fake punk bitch. Your parents TOTALLY bought you all your piercings and tattoos. On layaway. Your shirt says ‘Fight the system’ but you couldn’t fight a sprinkler system.
Look you idiots: I was out here for like, HOURS and the bitch with the dog just got here. No WAY is she getting my Sterni. I’m just sayin.’
We got 4 euros in 4 hours…that’s like 10 Sternis. Three of us. Uhhhh…. How many do we each get?
I don’t have a fucking clue. The bitch’s dog ate my fucking homework!
Both of you guys can suck my dog’s dick!
Oh, you’re soooo cool, Punk Rock Girl. I think some asshole wrote a song about you. It sucked more dick than YOU!
All right you two, either fuck or fight, but for the love of GOTT, give me my fucking STERNI!
I want to break something!
Break open a STERNI!!!
Sternburg bier aus Leipzig ROCKS in ways I cannot begin to explain! It’s like a malty, amber microbrew—only DIRT CHEAP! Like the people who drink it!
You said it. All this anarchy is making me thirsty. STERNI, anyone?