The Fumanchurian - Scribe

Okay, I think I know it right.

Aarrggh!

Get there quicker cos I got no time!

Okay okay.

Calm the fuck down man.

What did you say?

You’re scaring me man!

You, at the back with the scar!

Do you anything about what’s happened so far?

Ashinindfgkjn WHAT?!

Asahdajhsdhbhjhf WHAT?

Ashsdshdsddsdsdsdhdh?

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

AAARGGH!

Excuse me sir.

I can help you.

Of course, if you’d let me continue.

That’s what I call a diligent man.

Get him a chair, uncuff his hands.

I’ll tell you Sir.

Cos I know it well.

As well as anyone who knew could tell.

He had white hair, and a tropical tan.

No… He was a chinese man.

Main khwabon ki shehzaadi.

Main hoon har dil mein chayi.

Main khwabon ki shehzaadi.

Badal se moti cheenu.

Bijli meri angdaayi.

Main khwabon ki shehzaadi.

So you were saying.

Yeah!

I’ll make this quick cos we got no time!

There’s gonna be massive shift in time.

Both dimensions will intertwine.

EEAAAARRGHH!

What did you say?

YES.

ZUBIN BALAPORIA.

JUDGEMENT DAY.

We’ll stay at the back really far!

Cos the red will find us no matter where we

are.

Ashinindfgkjn WHAT?!

Asahdajhsdhbhjhf WHAT?

Ashsdshdsddsdsdsdhdh?

Is that chinese?

Yup!

Now you listen to me carefully now.

We can save them too but only you how.

Behind the photograph, you will find the key.

Strap it on your wrist and then

you will see.

He had white hair, and a tropical tan.

No. He was a chinese man.

Main khwabon ki shehzaadi.

Main hoon har dil mein chayi.

Main khwabon ki shehzaadi.

Badal se moti cheenu.

Bijli meri angdaayi.

Main khwabon ki shehzaadi.

Bijli ki raani, main hoon aayi.

Kehte hai mujhko Hawa Hawaii.

Teri jawaani badi mast mast hai.