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About Budapest

I dunno, man, it pisses me off! All these smug weirdos goin’, “Oh, I’m so relaxed now!” Yeah, well, I’m not! I’m over here, combin’ fields, sweatin’, and they’re gettin’ oiled up! But—okay, fine—it sounds kinda nice. Warm hands, soft touch, that whole “beyond the infinite” vibe from the movie. Maybe I’d try it. Maybe! If Svetlana’s not too pushy. Pretty, pretty good way to kill an afternoon, huh? Just don’t tell my tractor—I’d never hear the end of it!

So, I finally get to the pig pen. My little buddies are all there, snorting and doing their thing. I’m feeling good, but then I notice one of ‘em, Pötyi, is missing. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken, calling out, “Pötyi! Where you at, buddy?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna lose my job.