>>29030031Quick translation
Fatty: Come here you. OUT! OUT!
Red shirt: Yeah yeah we're leaving already
Cameraman: What do you want?
Red shirt: Stop it, come on, come on
Fatty: This isn't a public building, remember that you looney
Cameraman: Why are you yelling at us?
Red shirt: Why are you swearing at us?
>fatty bites his own armCameraman: What are you doing, you mentally ill?
Fatty: I'M GONNA BEAT YOU TO DEATH! OUT!
Red shirt: How are you gonna get up?
>Fatty chases them downFatty: I'M GONNA BEAT YOU TO DEATH. I'M GONNA BEAT YOU TO DEATH. YOU DIRTY COCKROACH. YOU DIRTY COCKROACH. GET OUT