(Over whiskey at Djibo bar after night on the tiles w Colonel Tamburini’s Ethio expat girls)
ZUP:
“Rick eez no surprise. Remember Africa starts at the Pyrenees. Those Spaniard Africanista fucks are just Moors, Berber cannibals. They stumble agave-addled down the Atlas Mountains looking for souls.
But they’re all little boys with a bottle. In Cap Juby, I outdrank every one of those fucks and still ran my flights for Aeropostale, and one here and there for pocket money & pussy.
That walking-sphincter Franco the worst of those Catholic perverts — he’s a bad one. That pipsqueak will start a war. Just watch. Small-man complex. You know the type. Short little fucks w weak chins and tits all their own.
And when they can’t fuck, and they can’t fight, they go to town with the sheep.”
COLONEL TAMBURINI:
“And that bastard Benito. Another cannibal. All cannoli, no cojones. He’d gas The Holy Virgin for a blue-eyed piece of ass.”