Something new stink up under the Cheese-Cover.
I solemn swear, that in this high house you wont find one bottle of beer. (belch)
I am terrible sorry „my Ackermann“, but you hear our little Wulf belch, we have no beer in this Pub – pooh – high house.
Fuck beer, I am Goethe and I drink only wine. A bottle a day please.
What no beer in this house? What bloody dump we are in anyhow? Fuck Goethe, Angela, and Wulf, bring me a bottle of beer or I call my army.
Bloody Wulf, I must get some beer for my american friends, otherways they kick me out of the Bank of Amerikanski. Shit, than I have to deal with Ackermann from the bloody German Bank.
Please, only one beer please, for the US-General. I am doing here my One-Euro-Job for Mr. Henkel.
This is a public house, short for pub and we are all armchair strategist. So bloody little Wulf, roll out the barrels, or we start a revolution.
… thats what counts…