WATCH YOUR LEFT
Look, the postman.
Didn't expect me!
I have a telegram. And it's from Paris.
Well done. Keep up your training.
The next match will be certainly a hit.
Best wishes. Max
Come on. Up you go.
He's never around when it's time to work.
Let's go, Roger. Let's go, Roger. He's going for a personal record.
This is Dede, the great Dede,
who's gonna run the 52,000km in 1 hr and 24mins.
Well, that wasn't tough at all.
And I had particularly trained for this race.
And my neighbors will be really happy...
The training is resumed. Next!
Go on. Start.
- Nothing for us? - Nothing for us?
Well no. All for me. He's a brute.
- Who? - The boxer over there.
He hit me in the face with special gloves.
I picked up the book from the stool.
And bang! That idiot hit me in the face
and I couldn't see him, or anything anymore.
Here's the postman. You big brute.