Managers of one of the supermarkets during lunch discuss possible New Year’s promotions.
Next year is the year of the Horse. I would like to suggest that anyone who comes here to ride a horse, make a 5% discount.)
I have four horses in my village, I can go for three.
Why only three?
The fourth is the reserve.
Dennis: Fuck, I’ll come to eat your lunch now, because I’ve ripped out my dish of oatmeal caviar, representing a reserve horse wrapped to the carriage.