"Give me R5! Or at least give me R4! You sissy, then I''ll finally turn this effeminate clan here into a real force of men that''s worth a damn!"


    The shouting was deafening. The Dude, who had just entered the entrance hall with Marzzzz, just managed to jump back, otherwise he would have been run over by Mink.


    Mink ran as if hell itself was after him. That wasn''t the case, but something else was after him, namely the angry Russian number 1, who was wildly waving a vodka bottle in his hand, which he clearly wanted to smash on the king''s head, and kept shouting that he should give him R5. Mink was on the run, hooks swinging, the furious Russian always close behind him. The Thunder brothers had taken their seats on the sofas that lined the walls of the entrance hall, stacks of gold coins in front of them, and the bookies were doing the very best business. Someone had numbered the eight doors leading off the entrance hall with slips of paper. Mink had just fled through door number 3, pursued by the loudly bellowing Russian, only to storm back into the hall through door number 8 shortly afterwards, still pursued by the loudly bellowing Russian. The Thunder brothers, who had correctly placed their bets on "3 - 8", were roaring with triumph and pocketing their winnings, while the bookies immediately fixed the new bets.


    "Damn you guys," shouted Mink, "somebody help me!"


    "Where can you place bets here?" inquired Marzzzz with interest.


    "Thunder Bun is the chief bookmaker, the best place is with him," Josi, who was standing next to him, informed him obligingly and friendly as always.


    "What the fuck," roared the running Mink, "you''re my brothers, you idiots!"


    "Mink! Mink! Mink!" the Thunder brothers on the left sofa cheered enthusiastically in response to their boss and formed a la-ola wave.


    "An-gry Russ-ian, an-gry Russ-ian!" chanted the Thunder brothers on the right sofa as they cheered on the angry Russian and threw a few beer bottles at their colleagues on the left sofa. It was a football field atmosphere.


    Mink raced out through door number 1 and shortly afterwards came back in through door number 5.


    The successful winners with the bet on "1 - 5" were roaring loudly and pocketing their winnings.


    The Dude felt compelled to intervene. "What''s going on here, guys? Why isn''t the Russian in the farm faction? And why is he chasing Mink with a vodka bottle?"


    Josi giggled. "Someone - I won''t tell you who now - had a brilliant idea. That other angry guy in 656 smashed a vodka bottle on Ghost''s head a few days ago and called him a lot of names. Now someone has started a rumor that Ghost is thinking about handing the guy the R5, they told our angry Russian and let him out of the penal colony. It didn''t take five minutes before he was here. And now there''s finally some fun and action here! You have to understand, we''re just bored as shit here, alone in the middle, with no opponents." Josi laughed enthusiastically and shouted to the bookie: "6 - 8!"


    "Rien ne va plus!" shouted the bookies, "nothing works anymore! Attention - countdown is running!" Mink ran past, screaming. "Heeeellllllpppppp!"


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    "Cry!" yelled Kodaxx, "Please bro, run out through the 2! That''s what I was betting on!"


    Mink couldn''t hear or coordinate anything in the chaos. He disappeared through number 4. The Russian shouting: "Give me R5 and I''ll show you how to run a clan properly! This womanizing here will stop! Give me R5!" first became quieter and then louder again. Door number 7 burst open and they both ran back in.


    "Yeah, give me an R!" roared the Thunder brothers on the left sofa. "R!" yelled the boys on the right sofa. "Give me an x!" "x!" "Give me an R!" "R!" And "RxR! RxR!" both sides shouted together in chorus.


    The Dude shook his head in bewilderment. "This madness must come to an end. How much longer can this go on?"


    "Five days," Marzzzz informed him, "you want me to trip this guy up?"


    "Who, Mink or the angry Russian?"


    "You''re right, I''ll get the wrong guy later!".


    "Exactly brother, it would be a shame if you got the Russian."


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    Hand holding, ThunDer Cock and Thunder Horny stepped out of the small dark corridor into the hall. As usual, ThunDer Cock was wearing a pink bathrobe and nothing else. Both of them had been having a relaxing time in the hot tub again and were actually about to check on their comrades when they entered the chaos.


    "Heeeeeellllllpppppp!" screamed the Mink running past, pursued by the vodka-bottle-swilling Russian. Cock and Horny grasped the situation immediately. They gave each other a quick glance and then took up the chase.


    The Thunder brothers'' audience completely freaked out. This just got better and better! They jumped on sofas and chairs and cheered on the two new participants in the race even more enthusiastically than the first.


    "My money''s on Horny!" "My money''s on Cock!" "100 on Horny!" "I''m going all-in on Cock!" "Horny!" "Cock!"


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    The screaming was so loud that it could be heard all the way to the neighbors. In the kitchen of the 656 clan castle, the girls raised their heads and listened.


    "What are they shouting about again?"


    "Definitely that we don''t have skills," SGH mumbled with a mouthful of cake.


    KittySVG stood up and opened the window. Now the shouts were clearer.


    "Hor-ny cock! Hor-ny cock!"


    "Yuck!" the girls shrieked in horror.


    "What kind of disgusting new pick-up line is that," Kitty said indignantly, "They''ll end up sending photos!"


    "Yuck yuck!" screeched the girls in even more horror.


    "Close the window," advised SGH, "and we should lock all the doors. Five more days and they''ll go completely mad. Let''s make sure none of these deranged people can get in here."


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    The hunting scenes in the entrance hall had taken on bombastic dimensions. The screaming Mink in front, the angry Russian behind him, and Horny and Cock behind them. The atmosphere could not have been more exuberant.


    Mink thought several times that his last hour had come. He had narrowly escaped the furious Russian a few times, but he wouldn''t be able to hold out here much longer. He had just turned into the entrance hall again and was about to leave through the door at the opposite end when it was suddenly opened from the other side.


    An unsuspecting Thunder Benexi pushed in an unsuspecting Lipsythe in his wheelchair.


    Mink closed his eyes and took a mighty leap. With the last of his strength, he managed to leap over the two of them and roll onto the floor behind them. Saved! He was safe!


    The angry Russian was not so lucky. The Mink running ahead had blocked his view of the approaching obstacle. And so he ran at full speed into Lipsy''s wheelchair, with which Horny and Cock collided after him. And then there was - silence.


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    "It''s stopped," said SGH with relief.


    "Really, their chat-up lines are getting more and more obscene!" sighed Kitty, "don''t they have any leadership to deal with this?"


    "Apparently not," grumbled SGH, "although I find it strange that Marzzzz allows it."


    Liliana Biera, who was sitting at the table typing on her cell phone, looked up in astonishment: "Who the hell is Marzzzz?"


    The other girls stared at Lili in surprise. "You don''t know who Marzzzz is?"


    "Nope, I don''t know him. Is he important? I only know important people. Ghost, for example."


    Kitty giggled. "I like your attitude."


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    Thunder Benexi had picked Lipsythe up from the hospital and was pushing him in his wheelchair into the now quiet and tidy entrance hall.


    Several Thunder brothers looked up as the two entered.


    One cleared his throat. "Lipsy, brother, you don''t look well."


    Lipsythe bit his lips, which was about the only thing he could do. His nose was adorned with a huge band-aid.


    The corners of the Thunder brother''s mouth twitched, and he tried desperately to keep a serious and sympathetic face. "Both arms broken, both legs broken, and now, after the latest collision, a broken nose too?"


    "If one of you makes stupid jokes, I''ll kill him. I swear to you. As soon as I''m out of all this plaster and bandages, I''ll kill you all. That''s not a threat, that''s a promise."