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We are Team Cree, Alufien and Baskudy, we love corns, kermis, ttbf,

krofake, peck, pissex, poil, puge, we are the team Cree.

Bio vegetables and proteins, Sierres-Saint-Athens,

in the Bassis, we train hard to be massive.

Oh, it's a perfect team.

How handsome he is.

Tight shorts, zero fat.

I would love to be that drop of water.

Hey, a new abdo.

He has 20 million followers from Tokyo, He

is the biggest influencer, It's Jim Parfait.

Oh, but how does he do it?

Hi, I'm Jim.

My secret, 200 pounds lifted.

My morning routine advice, 2 kg of protein.

Do you want a total model?

Find all the tips in my book.

And to stretch the muscles, I'm often at my mom's.

And if you're curious, I also have an iPhone.

And above all, to be the best in life, there are only three rules.

Do the muscle all day, and club all night.

The temperature is boiling when I go up on the podium.

The next big star of the Jim Queen, it's the Power Boyz.

Constructed by Mr. B&B and the new Loox girls.

And above all, never forget, stay yourself, the others are already taken.

And cut!

Mortal, you're mortal, my dear.

I want to see.

No, but wait, I'm not done yet.

What is this disgusting drag?

But there are not all the effects.

No, not even my pecs, fuck!

But how do you want me to catch beautiful girls with this shit?

No, but don't look.

Go train.

Disgusting.

You're skinny.

Okay, let's go back.

Seriously?

Fuck!

Wait, Nina, the Power Boyz, it's in two weeks.

You promised you'd help me.

No, I didn't promise anything, I was fucked.

By the way, speaking of that, I'm dry for the party.

What?

Well, can't you get some ketamine at the hostel?

Nope, I got gouged.

And they changed the wax, the little bastards.

Shit!

But how are we going to do it?

You only had one thing to do, girl.

Jim!

Oh shit, two neurones are coming in.

Stop squatting the bench to make your stories.

There are people working here.

Oh, Pavel, it's you.

I didn't see you.

You've lost some weight, haven't you?

Nonsense!

I'm in the middle of a weight loss, I'll tell you.

Hey, there's a ton of smoke inside.

That's it, get the hell out of here, you two.

But soon, Jim, I'll be the one dancing on the podium of the Power Boyz.

And you'll be looking down at me with tears full of eyes.

What's with the mood swings, Pavel?

Aren't you overdoing it with testosterone right now?

Hey, I'm not taking steroids!

Oh yeah?

So what's with those ugly buttons on your shoulders?

Oh no, it's true, you have monkey vaginas.

What?

Pavel has monkey vaginas, what?

Pavel sleeps with monkeys.

No!

It's not true!

Well, Jim!

Come back!

So, should we post this video or not?

We'll do it!

Yeah, yeah, with the effects, it'll work.

Stay true to yourself.

The others are already taken.

Stay true to yourself.

The others are already taken.

Oh, how I love him!

Oh, how I love him!

Jim Parfait is really too handsome, with his cheeks, his arms, his back.

I'd give anything to be with him, on the dancefloor of a nightclub.

I've never left here, my mother always forbade me.

I collect all his wonders, very weird things, devices.

Do you want some, Dad?

I have a lot.

In my big secret closet, I'm always very discreet.

I dream of one day, and only one day, a man makes me know love.

I'd give him my heart, by connecting me to...

Ah, what's his name again?

Ah, yes.

Nina.

I'm here, Mom.

Look, my little bunny, a good hot chocolate made by your mom who loves you.

Thank you, Mom.

Oh, Lucien, how many times do I have to tell you?

You have to leave your closet well closed, it makes air currents.

Where did you go again?

You're all muddled up.

It's not possible, this hair is long.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Mom.

Yes, my dear.

I was wondering, it's almost Friday, and I'd like to go to a party.

A party?

But, but, you mean in a club?

But it's full of alcoholics and MST over there.

But no, Mom, it's just a place where we can dance, meet people.

But Friday is the final of Koh-Lanta, you're

not going to leave me alone for the bridge test.

But I'm 23 years old, and the other people are 23 years old.

Very well, go to your party.

I'll watch the show alone, with a big glass of anxiolytic.

Mom.

It's okay, I'm not going.

Well, it's settled.

Well, it's late now, you have to go to bed.

Mom loves you.

A party?

And what else?

The TV in the room?

Your channel?

And what else?

A Chinese night?

A perfect...

influencer.

Pecs?

Check.

Biceps?

Check.

Bulge?

Check.

Hair?

Check.

Abdomen?

Check.

Wait, what the hell is this?

I missed one.

Wait, come back.

Come back.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, contract.

Come on, contract.

Excuse me.

Jim Parfait, influencer.

Get out of here.

You, step aside.

Help me, I need a doctor.

I need to see Nina, I have abs.

Me too, I lost abs, so do the shit like everyone else.

Me, I have ass.

And me too.

Shut up.

Jim?

Come on, stay with me guys.

Hang on.

Don't leave me.

So, is it serious?

So, actually, your parabial vectors are in

free fall and your procerosis is at 0.2 and...

Nina, stop panicking.

I see you're panicking, it's making me panic.

What is it?

It can't be HIV.

I'm on a diet.

No, it's not that.

Gonorrhea?

No.

Chlamydia?

No, no, no.

Herpes?

No, I've never had it.

No, Jim!

Your abs, they're all going to disappear.

Oh no.

You're losing your obsession with the perfect body.

I just missed a session on Wednesday, it's not...

I'm going to contract a new disease, an IST, which is called heterose.

What?

Jim, you're going to become heterosexual.

Nina, you're an idiot.

You scared me.

Come with me.

It started a week ago.

Since then, it's happening every day, more and more.

It starts with a lack of interest for the cult of the body.

Then we see the appearance of fashion faux pas.

Manspreading.

And we cross our legs, like this, come on.

Interest for the cult.

Red card!

There's a red card, Doctor!

Yeah, yeah, there's a red card, it's going to be fine.

Then it's the free fall, obsession for monogamy.

Stop it, Thierry!

But I thought you were denying it.

Not anymore, I chose Sébastien.

An irrepressible desire for reproduction.

This one, he has his third GPA.

Help!

Help!

Help me, Doctor, I can't stop anymore.

At the final stage, the contaminated men lose all attraction towards men and...

It's heterose.

But it's...

Do you recognize him?

He's the boss of the nightclub.

Okay, I'm ready.

He got him too.

Now he can't even run away from a soup.

No, no, wait!

I didn't even come in, sir.

But how does he do the ass move?

Heteros don't enjoy the ass, Jim.

They have a chronic phobia for the area near the anus.

That means that...

That you'll never have microstatic orgasm again.

What's the treatment?

I don't have any.

You have three weeks before the final phase.

Oh no.

No, it's not possible.

You...

You're mistaken, it's you.

Jim...

No, you're mistaken, it's false!

I'm Jim Parfait, okay?

I have 20 million followers, so you're the one

who messed up with your parabellum reading!

Jim, listen to me!

You don't have to believe me.

I'm just asking you one thing.

Doctor, Ragu?

We can't do anything here.

It's beyond our skills.

But he, he might be able to help you.

He's the most brilliant hematologist in Europe.

He's perched and he got a little radiated.

But apparently, he's doing secret research on heteros.

So you contact him and in the meantime, you stay at home.

No ass, no room and no Powerboys this week.

What do you mean, no Powerboys?

Don't worry.

I'm going and I'll give you a report every night.

Okay, I'm out of here with the story of heteros and Doctor Pot-au-feu.

I have abs to catch.

Wait!

Bye!

Jim!

Fuck!

Asshole!

Hospitals saturated, Lady Gaga's concert canceled and panic scenes in the swamp.

This morning, the WHO just confirmed the global spread

of this new sexually transmitted infection, heteros.

Despite the call of many associations, Christine Bayer, the Minister of

Health, does not consider it necessary to trigger the sanitary emergency plan.

Listen to her, it was a few moments ago Listen to me!

Since when is heterosexuality a disease?

Huh?

The only disease that needs to be worried about is

the cancer that plagues the brains of our children.

Ah, we feel better.

Do you want some guacamole, darling?

But Mom, you're not going to do anything?

What do you want me to do?

You can see that we can't discuss with these people.

But it's your job!

Ah, my job is to deal with much more important cases than

these stories of perverts with deviant and unnatural sexuality.

Perverts?

You don't know what you're talking about.

But Mom, I'm not a child anymore!

It's true.

You're a man now.

I'm glad you're telling me because I allowed myself to

invite Marie-Bénédicte to come and eat with us tomorrow noon.

Marie-Bénédicte?

My cousin?

Oh, your cousin, yes, yes, well, very, very far away, that's fine.

We like her, Marie-Bénédicte.

No, no, I already told you.

No, no.

But you have to understand.

She's pretty.

I swear she'll make us very beautiful little children.

And for the occasion, I thought I'd make a good apricot pie.

Mom!

You don't want to understand that I am...

Be careful what you're going to say, Lucien.

I am very allergic to apricots.

It's true, I think.

I'm tired of repeating myself.

I've told you several times.

You're not allergic to apricots.

You've always loved apricots.

And you'll eat apricots to please your mother.

And don't forget, Marie-Bénédicte tomorrow noon.

Goodbye, Mom.

I have to be myself.

The others are already taken.

Powerboys!

No drugs, no liquids.

That's it, go.

Have a good evening.

Come on, please.

No drugs, no GHB.

Wait a minute.

You're wearing flip-flops with flip-flops.

Yes, it's...

It's pretty.

No?

Fashion Fopa.

We have a Fashion Fopa, door 2.

Roger.

What are you doing?

Sir, heteropositive people are forbidden in the establishment.

Come on.

No, but it's not fair.

No, but let me in.

I just want to do one last Powerboys.

No, but let me go!

It's heteropositive!

It's disgusting!

Heteropositive!

Oh my, these heterosexual stories are crazy.

No, but wait, it's the panic.

They closed half the bars in the Marais because of them.

I have a friend who caught her.

Now he thinks it's cock rings and round towels.

Ah!

Next!

So, is she coming or what?

Ah, sorry.

What's that?

That?

Well, it's juice.

Juice?

Yes, juice.

Ah no, not here.

GHB is forbidden in the establishment.

Go drug somewhere else.

Let people pass behind.

Sir, I'm not taking drugs.

I just came to meet Jim Parfait.

Look, I'm so...

Get out of here, you're a drunkard.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

No drugs, no liquids, no GHB.

You're so dirty, you're throwing yourself in the bin.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Ah!

This one's crazy!

I'm not gonna let you!

Where do we go?

Come on, let's keep going.

This is the way, Dimash.

Let's talk to Madam.

Madam...

You're so cute.

Don't call me that again, you little shit.

Glamidia, that's my name.

I'm the drag queen of the party, honey.

What's new here, obviously.

Uh, yes, I've never been to a club.

Of course, and you've never been with a boy either, I guess?

Uh, no.

And you have no style or sense of fashion?

Well, uh...

No, no, that wasn't a question.

God, I've always wanted to say that.

Follow me, Fazer, your Glamidia will show you.

Observe.

The gay world is divided into several communities, classed by gender

or non-genre, physical or clothing style, sexual tribe, fetish, etc.

You name it, you got it.

Find a characteristic, and you too can create your own club.

And hallelujah.

Ah, that's what makes up the LGBTQ community.

No, but I'm stopping you right now.

Unfortunately, here, there's only the G of LGBT.

Boys, you know.

Oh, really?

But where are the others?

You'll see.

Officially, each community takes love and tolerance.

In reality, no one gets mixed up, and

everyone tells the worst lies about everyone.

That's how it is.

And among gay men, you'll have to learn to recognize the big families.

I mean, queers, loutres, daddies.

Here, look.

Near the bar, there are the Bers.

They're big, hairy, and beer lovers.

And here, near the toilets, is the favorite spot for fetishes.

Can you tell the difference?

Uh, they're more or less hairy.

Exactly!

And muscly.

This is the jungle.

And if there's one species that's at the top of the chain, it's the Gym Queens.

Look at them.

Oh, the podium.

Jim can't be far.

Jim?

Perfect Jim?

Is he the one you're looking for?

Are you listening to me?

He's handsome, of course.

But beware, because you're just a little twit.

I'm a what?

Oh, so you really don't know anything at all?

You're small, a pair of squirrels, but you have the eyes

of an innocent kitten that could melt any heart of stone.

In the gay world, you're a twit.

Oh, I'm a twit?

And you think Jim loves twits?

I'm not in his place, honey.

It's better that you heard him.

Anyway, have a good night, my dear.

Take care.

Kisses, bye!

Hey, hi, sexy.

Hi, how are you?

How are you, cutie?

Hey, Nico.

Nice little piercing.

I didn't know him.

Jim, we're staying here for two hours, okay?

No drugs, no ass.

You're sick, I'm serious.

Jim!

What's in your mouth?

Open your mouth.

Give it to me.

Confiscated.

Boring!

This one's boring.

Jim!

Jim!

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Excuse me, can I just...

It's not true.

Hey, you lost your pot too?

Don't forget to tag me.

Hello, Jim.

I'm your first fan.

Oh, hell.

Oh, you're so cute!

Are you kidding?

He's just ugly or he stinks?

I came to dedicate my book because I love what you do.

Can I have a selfie?

No, get out.

Of course he's going to take a selfie!

He said no, but he means yes.

What?

He's a little shy, but under his muscle carapace, he's got a heart of gold.

Hurry up and fuck him.

Don't worry, he's my best friend.

I know him by heart.

Come on, Jim!

Typical Jessica!

Let's go!

Fuck!

She posted it!

Woo!

Jessica, it's perfect!

Let's go !

That's my

blade!

This is the way to live Hey,

it's my BFF!

It's my BFF!

Let me pass, you!

Jim!

It's my BFF!

Jim!

It's a positive!

It's perfect to kiss a girl!

It's a positive, it's sure!

Jim...

What's happening to me?

Hey, who did that?

Heteropositive, boo!

No, it's not true, I'm not heteropositive!

Look, I have abs!

And Jim lived happily, and had a lot of children.

No!

Let me in, please!

Come on, Jim, we don't care.

All this is your fault.

Why did you come to kiss me with your tongue?

What?

My fault?

I don't believe it!

I told you not to come here, you idiot!

Don't pretend!

I saw clearly in your little game.

You're happy that I'm straight, aren't you?

Don't dream!

Even straight, I'll never go out with you!

You hear that?

You know I can't stand your cellulite!

You know what?

She's pissing me off, my cellulite!

Oh no!

Live on Insta, with perfect Jim who doesn't even hide his positivity anymore!

He's going to kiss me later!

He gave it to me, I'm sure!

No, it's not true, no!

You know what?

Get the hell out of here!

Yeah, that's it!

Get out of here!

I don't need you anyway!

No, no, stay!

No, stay!

What are you doing?

Stay!

Jim, are you okay?

What do you want?

Well, to help you.

People are stupid.

Shut up, ugly!

You're ugly as a dog!

You disgust me!

Don't look at me!

Don't look at me!

I'm sorry.

There is a doctor, Dr. Ragu, please Jim, call him.

You have to help me, I beg you, I am Jim, Jim Parfait, the Influencer.

Leave me alone!

I don't know Mr. Perfect!

No, wait!

Team Perfect, Influencer...

Nonsense.

He's well built, though.

Lucien!

Hello?

You know Lucien?

Who?

The young man who showed up on your account.

The last selfie.

Oh, you mean the little twink?

Who stinks?

Listen to me.

I need this young man.

Without him, it's impossible for me to synthesize the chloroquine.

The chloroquine?

The alliterose remedy.

So it'll be Lucien, in exchange for your healing.

Yes!

But Lucien, I love you!

He's my best friend, actually.

But...

why him?

Well, I need his prostate to stabilize the serum.

His prostate?

His prostate, exactly.

So bring it to me.

Fresh.

I'll take care of the cut.

Okay.

Where do you live?

Go see Bersden's boss.

He'll take you to me.

Bersden?

The bar?

The bar?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck...

It can't be.

Excuse me.

Your hair stinks in the shower.

Is that the one you use to sleep?

Oh, Jim Parfait!

Jim invited me to lunch.

That means he's better.

I knew it.

I knew he'd come back.

Oh, it's terrible.

I have nothing to wear.

I'm not done with you, Jim Parfait.

Listen, Damien.

Lucien.

Yeah, Lucien.

I understand you're worried about my health.

And for that, you're a great follower.

It's nothing.

You know, people can be mean sometimes.

All because you're straight.

Fucking disease.

Damien, isn't that Jim Parfait?

Oh, he's hitting on girls now?

Okay, listen to me.

I'm about to find a cure for straightness.

What?

There's a doctor.

Dr. Ragout.

He works on an antidote.

And I'm going to help him create it.

An antidote?

Does that mean we'll be able to save straight people?

And you're going to help them?

You're a beautiful person, Jim.

Of course we're going to help them.

I mean, I need my dose.

So, to accompany me in the adventure, I thought of you.

Of me?

But why me?

Why?

Well, I don't know.

Because every great hero needs a faithful companion.

What would that be?

Tintin without Milou or Tarzan without Cheetah, for example.

Yes, or Batman without Robin.

Well, are you interested or not?

Yes, yes, of course I'm interested.

It's the most beautiful day of my life.

Ok, great, we're going to Bear's Den then.

Ah, by the way, have you had your prostate checked lately?

Any particular antecedents?

An abnormal size?

My prostate?

Yeah, no, forget it.

Let's go?

Yeah.

I'll leave you to eat soon.

Yeah.

But I don't have enough beers.

Okay.

My dear comrades, the time is now.

The heroes are threatening us.

Faced with an action of competent authorities, I have self-proclaimed,

unanimously, the great leader of our movement to protect and spread pleasure.

Rastatika, Lapien-Petrice, Kei-Skapo!

Call me the T-Rex!

Stop it!

I'm about to give up!

Bring the Tarkovage of Conversion!

Stop it!

Let me go!

Let me go!

No!

No!

No!

Kei-Skapo!

Kei-Skapo!

Your Excellency, I know someone who is contaminated and dangerously sexy.

Hmm, Jeanne Parfait, this influencer could be our misery.

Bring him back!

Break him!

Let go!

Let me go!

TARKOV Welcome to the Bairds.

Wow, they're really strong.

Yeah, they're big.

Hey you, where's your boss?

Don't touch the line without asking permission.

The boss is at the bar.

Albert, throw a giraffe for Gilbert.

Take care, he's asking for an offer.

Hey, are you the boss?

I'm looking for Dr. Ragout, same as your boss.

That smell of protein...

Jim!

Robert?

Oh, it's you.

Oh shit, I didn't recognize you with your...

Shut up!

How dare you stand in front of me after throwing me like a piece of shit?

You took my heart!

But, you know...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're not here to take out old files.

I'm here to find a cure for the atherosclerosis.

So, give me the info, please.

You?

Find a cure for atherosclerosis?

I'll never give anything to a little selfish whore like you.

What?

I'm a whore?

But look at you.

Did you see how ugly you've become?

What did you just say?

Excuse me?

Jim, you should apologize.

No, never.

You forgot that before you were one of us, Robert.

You went to the gym, you were in shape.

A real gym queen.

But no, sir let us go to throw them in mixed beers and boards.

You want me to tell you, Robert, if I dumped you?

It's your fault.

That's not really an excuse, Jim.

Oh yeah?

Well, what do you know about your doctor?

You can fuck him in the ass!

Listen, Mr. Robert, there must be a way to fix this.

No.

Please.

We absolutely have to find the doctor.

If you're not doing it for him, do it for the atherosclerosis.

Okay.

But on one condition.

What is it?

You have to beat me.

In the cage!

Oh no, not that.

What is he going to do to us, Jim?

What is he going to do to us?

A karaoké?

I was scared.

I thought you were going to fight.

You don't get it, Twink.

Robert has been in the conservatory for 10 years.

I think we can say goodbye to the cure.

One, two, three!

At my place, the forests swing And the roofs scratch the sky The waters

of the torrents are violent And the snow on the roads is eternal He's

so fair.

Your turn, you moron.

Not for the forests, the snow, the skyscrapers Not for the

torrents, the eternal snow I saw all your eyes But I don't know you.

Your arms hold me You dream or you dream My country will be yours So, Jim.

It was the T-Roses who were right to beat you.

I forgot.

You're my brother.

We talked to him yesterday.

You're really not great.

Jim, what are you doing?

The verse is in G flat.

G flat.

G flat.

G flat.

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

Jim!

Come on!

Give me the microphone.

You'll go or you'll go My country will be yours You'll

go or you'll go Whatever the place, whatever the place

Impossible.

Take some snacks, some snacks And some dreams and some pills Some beautiful tabernacles And your

tongue from here Because we're going to be the dust and the dust of the air Show me your Eden, show

me your hell Some great cities, some great cities And fifteen new ones And it

will be you We

did it, Jim, we did it!

Yeah, well...

Bravo.

Robert.

Where's the doctor?

I'm not talking to you.

No, it's the little one who won.

You may have a twink body, but you have the heart of a bear.

Unfortunately, I don't know where the Doctor is.

What?

I lost my phone with all my contacts.

Oh, fuck, that's not true.

But I know who will bring you to him.

Michel Le Kieffer.

He spends his life at the Louvre labyrinth.

Michel Le Kieffer?

If what you say about the Doctor is true, then wait.

Our bears are falling like flies because of the heterose.

Soon, we will end up in a bar.

P.M.E. Oh no, not the match!

Shut up!

Wait, Gin.

Gin?

It's too late, Jean.

What?

I understand.

The rules of football.

Oh my God.

Sorry, Mrs. Minister.

We searched everywhere, but no trace of your son.

Well, search better.

Search bars, nightclubs, saunas if necessary.

Uh, saunas?

Silence, imbecile!

And now, get out of my office!

Yes, ma'am.

Where are you, my little one?

Where are you?

This is where Michel is hiding.

It's the biggest cruising spot in the city.

Cru-what?

Cruising.

It's like a backroom, but in the open air.

What's a backroom?

Well, listen.

In the labyrinth, one wrong step, and you serve

four hours to all the hoodlums in the neighborhood.

So you shut it up, and you serve the butt, got it?

What's going on?

Gin?

It's still very true when you're here.

And we don't even know what he looks like, Michel.

Michel is a cheater.

In other words, a basketball fetishist who stinks.

It won't help us find him.

You should know that.

It's an atypical profile.

I'm going to have to use my Guedard.

The Guedard?

Does that mean you can spot guys at a glance?

Yes, but not only.

From a certain level, the Guedard allows you to identify all kinds of kinks.

Get ready.

Turn on, damn it!

No!

No!

Not my Guedard!

Jim!

You fucking heterosexual piece of shit!

Teach me.

I can do it.

The Guedards all have it in their names.

I'm not making it up, it's in your book.

Yes, but not for an inexperienced whore like you!

Okay.

Very well.

Well, the whore who wants to try anyway.

Lucien, stop!

Stop, you're going to damage your prostate!

I see...

I see people who are gay.

Where are you, Michel?

He's here.

Lucien!

Lucien, wait!

Excuse me.

Are you Michel Le Kieffer?

Yes.

We're coming from Robert's side.

We're looking for Dr. Ragoon's address.

The whispers of the ears...

Come closer.

The answer to your questions...

...is at the bottom of my sketchbook.

Oh no, I'm dead.

I can't stand guys' asses.

Jim, we don't have a choice.

Come on, you.

Me?

But I...

So?

There's something written, but it's small, I can't see it.

Okay.

What else is written?

44.

44?

What is it?

Is it an address?

No.

It's my stitch.

Oh.

So you're making fun of us.

I needed to know if your nostrils were trustworthy.

Unfortunately, the doctor has been missing for a while.

But I know who can lead you to him.

Go see the sisters of perpetual indulgence.

They're the last to have seen him.

They're performing tonight at the Rose of Happiness.

Fuck, I'm sick of this stupid track game.

Come on, Lucien, let's go.

Lucien.

You're more than a simple twink.

You're a true fan.

Lucien, we're in a hurry!

Thank you, Michel.

You like twisted guys, don't you?

Thanks, Jim.

It was incredible.

Don't get too close, they're on the sofa.

What a coquette!

We found the perfect Jim.

Who's going to get whipped by the boss?

It's us!

What the hell is this?

It's the Gestapo.

You're crazy.

They're gathering the heteropositives and trying to make them gay again by force.

Here's the result.

By force.

Fuck.

Jim.

Come on, girls.

Get up.

If you don't move, we'll never be ready for the show tonight.

No, I'm done.

Look, I can't even put on lipstick because of this fucking hetero.

Anyway, no one comes to see us anymore.

Maybe it's the end of the drag queens.

Clamidia?

The little twink and the Jim Queen?

What are they doing here?

What happened to your beautiful make-up?

Oh, baby.

Heteros even touch the most beautiful of us.

It's Jim Perfect.

He lost all his abs.

Poor guy.

You came to see the show?

Not at all.

No, we're here to find Dr. Ragout's address.

Dr. Ragout?

You mean the one who made my rhinoplasty in black?

And his buttocks.

And his...

I don't recommend you to go to his house.

Yes.

This man has an incredible bisturi.

But he's extremely dangerous.

Last time, I left him a kidney.

Literally.

They even say that some of his patients never came back.

Yes, well, after the B.A.B. surgery...

It's a pain in the ass.

Doesn't matter.

We're ready to take the risk.

But why?

Because he promised us a cure for heterose.

What?

Oh my God.

Can we have one too?

Yes, of course.

So...

We don't know, Lucien.

What?

You told me...

If we don't have enough, what do we do?

We won't waste it on people we don't need.

What did he say?

What do you mean, we don't need it?

I'm sorry, but I have a beer belly.

15 years of work, you son of a bitch.

But you, what does it change?

Can't you paint your nails pink?

Jim!

It's not that bad.

Shame on you, Jim!

And you, what are you going to do when you're cured?

Rub your little ass on a podium?

I don't know.

Maybe it's better than doing a karaoke disguised

as a girl without doing any dance moves.

Calm down, you forty-year-old.

Forty-year-old?

I'm just 31, bitch.

Don't hit me!

I'm not touching your little ass.

Stop!

Too much is too much.

From the start, I've been telling myself that

if you're not nice, it's because you're sick.

But in fact, you don't care about the others.

Well...

No, not really.

You're just a big egoist, Jim!

The queer clown will be there for everyone.

Okay?

Gestapo!

Quick, this way.

Sanitary inspection.

Who's this guy?

The Gestapo.

They treat heteropositive people and they try to cure them with torture.

Come on, you idiots.

Get the heteropositive people.

There, Master.

There.

They're here.

Pavel, we have to stop the casein.

Sorry, Master.

I'm not digesting it well.

Pavel, you dirty traitor.

We're looking for a certain Jim Parfait.

He's contaminated.

And dangerously sexy.

Jim Parfait, you mean?

He's a bunch of intolerant and superficial people.

Shit!

Why do I always have to mess with the wrong people?

There's no Jim Parfait here.

What is she doing?

It's called benevolence, Jim.

Benevolence?

What is it?

Throw her to the conversion sarcophagus.

No!

Jim!

Jim, stop it!

Hello?

Hello, Nina.

Jim, shut up!

I'm at Rosa's.

Come get me.

Quick!

There's a gang of crazy people.

Hang up!

What are you doing?

She'll know when I call her.

We have to get her.

Stop it.

Give me that back.

Quick!

You have to run.

Go to the address of the media.

Oh!

Jim.

What?

Promise me nothing will happen to the kid.

Yes, yes.

It's okay.

Pinky promise.

Oh, yes.

Pinky promise, if you want.

Okay.

Tour de la Villette.

Last floor.

Apartment B.

Thank you, Clamidia.

Oh, shit.

We're screwed.

There's only one way.

You've got to lip sync for your life.

I love drag shows.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Goodbye, all my sisters gone.

Goodbye, their braids and their appearance.

Goodbye, my big wigs that gently kissed my neck.

Goodbye, my eyelashes and mascara.

Goodbye, my earlobes.

Goodbye, all

my sisters gone.

Goodbye, their braids and their appearance.

Goodbye, my big wigs that gently kissed my neck.

Goodbye, my eyelashes and mascara.

Goodbye, my earlobes.

Okay, but where's Jim Parfait?

You're too late.

He's already on his way.

What?

Bravel!

I'm going to put it on.

And you.

We have the means to heal you.

Lucien.

Yes?

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Honestly?

A little.

You know, at the gym queen's, you had to fight.

When I arrived in Paris, I weighed 55 kilos.

They called me The Glasses.

Everyone was making fun of me.

Wait, but in your book, you say you were a champion at 14.

But it's all wrong.

I didn't even write this book.

I didn't even read it.

My pecs are steroids.

My hair comes from Turkey.

My forehead is Botox.

I'm useless.

I'm nobody.

I understand, but it doesn't give you the right to hurt others.

Huh?

But it's easy for you to be moral all the time like that.

What?

With your bourgeois attitudes.

But you don't know my life.

Shit!

Give me that!

Wait.

Your mother is...

Christine Bayer?

Oh, shit, you must be crazy.

Yeah, but I'd rather not talk about it.

But...

Does she know you're gay?

Well...

You didn't tell her?

Yes, but...

No, but...

I can't do it.

That's why I left.

You should tell her, you know.

I'll think about it, thank you.

It's the only brave thing I've done in my life.

It hurts at first, but then...

Then you'll be free.

Go on, tell her.

What, now?

Yes, now.

There's never a good time.

But...

Don't worry.

I'm here.

It's not going to work.

Lucien!

Hello, Mom.

No, I'm fine.

I'm with a friend.

Yes.

Jim, perfect.

No, Mom, it's not that.

I'm calling to tell you...

Something important.

Go on.

I...

I'm...

Gay.

I'm gay.

You're gay.

No, no, don't cry.

Don't cry, please.

No.

No, I'm not going home.

No, I have to see a doctor.

Dr. Ragout.

Ragout?

No!

I forbid you to see that charlatan!

Listen, Mom.

Unlike you, I decided to fight against the T-Rex.

You failed.

Well.

You were almost there.

Next time, it's the right one.

Found you!

The snake turns around the tree and goes into the well.

No!

It comes out of the...

Shit!

You're a pain in the ass.

Have you ever thought about injecting steroids into your brain?

Funny.

I know what I'm doing.

Let us go.

Besides, this snake has to come out of the well.

Shut up!

And you, you'll be my little scarecrow when the boss takes care of you.

You put it on right away!

Nina!

No way!

I just finished my knot.

You're the knot!

My arm!

Nina, you were amazing.

OK, OK.

I was kidding.

I shouldn't have cut your cellulite.

That's it.

Can we go?

Yeah.

Luckily, she was there to feed your ass, my cellulite.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

You were amazing.

What's with this little bourge?

You're a bodyguard now?

He's right.

I'm on the floor.

Don't you recognize me?

It's me, Lucien.

Lucien.

We met at the Powerboys.

Was it before or after 2 a.m.? Vitamin

and protein.

No doubt, it's him.

You don't have to wait, perfect Jim.

You!

Inflate him.

Bring him to me.

Fresh.

I'll take care of the cut.

What?

No, but...

It's just that it's touching to see you go out with this kind of guy.

But I'm not going out with him.

Stop it.

You've been glued to him since earlier.

What?

He's the one who fell asleep on my lap.

Okay, okay, if you want.

All I want to say is that I'm happy for you.

Are you watching my boobs?

You think?

Oh shit, I've got a cramp.

Nina, it's starting again.

Don't panic.

Breathe.

Lie down, you piece of shit.

How did you get here?

He made me shit my pants.

What?

I didn't even finish driving.

Nina, we'd make a great couple.

Shut up!

We'd have a world of space.

Listen to me, it pisses me off.

Yes, a little house in Montreal.

It pisses me off.

Yes, a 25-year-old priest.

Hairy assholes.

We'd have a lot of babies.

Five, six...

Stop it!

You're getting on my nerves.

I'm in control of the situation.

We could get married in church, Nina.

That's enough now.

Let me do it.

Jim.

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going.

Jim, look at me.

Oh shit!

Wow.

Where are you going?

I don't know, what are you doing?

Sorry, it stopped.

I didn't...

Look.

Come on, we're almost there.

Aren't you coming?

No, I'm fine.

I'll wait for you here.

I think it's better for you.

I'm coming.

That's it.

I can't believe it.

You'll be cured soon.

When you're back in shape, you'll be able to coach me.

I've always wanted to have big arms like you.

It's a disaster.

I can't do a single push-up without...

Come on.

I need to tell you something.

So, you took your time.

Come on in, my darlings.

Welcome to the doctor's office.

A cup of coffee?

No, thanks, I'm not thirsty.

That's nice.

Jim.

What's that?

It's disgusting, but you'll see, it's great.

Wait in the waiting room.

The doctor will see you.

Have fun.

I'm not

very comfortable.

I'm hot.

And it looks like there's a dead person next to me.

Sir?

Are you dead?

No, he's just taking a nap.

He'll have a cup of tea and he'll be fine.

It's not a waiting room.

It's a sex-sex apartment.

What?

A drug cartel.

Okay, okay.

You have beautiful nipples, Jim.

Very, very beautiful.

Can I touch them?

Wait, what are you doing?

Listen, Jim.

Please.

Can I suck you?

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

GHB.

Help me.

Lucien!

Lucien, no!

Let him go!

Lucien!

Come with me!

No!

Don't touch him!

Where are we?

Ah!

My little Lucien, you're awake!

Do we know each other?

You don't know me, but I know you...

by heart, always!

Dr. Ragout?

Yes!

Your immune system is a pure wonder!

Why am I tied up?

Where's Jim?

Jim, stop talking nonsense!

What's that?

What are you going to do to me?

I'm going to give you a little ablation.

Are you completely crazy?

Stop!

Help!

Is anyone there?

Let me go!

Let me go!

Of course!

The light of day!

It's morning!

Get to work!

The party's over, you losers!

Help!

Help me!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Just a second, Mr. Jim!

You'll get your dose of chloroquine, don't worry!

First, you'll need to pull out and crush

the prostate, as I told you over the phone.

Huh?

What did he say?

No, no, no, he didn't say anything!

Anyway, we're stopping everything!

We're stopping everything!

We're stopping everything!

Jim, you knew?

You brought me here for this?

You lied to me from the start?

Don't listen to him!

It's not what you think, Lucien!

I was desperate, I had no choice!

How could you do this to me?

Oh, but only tears, but useless tears, my children!

Rejoice!

We'll soon have a dose of alliterose!

Shit!

Lucien!

Lucien!

Lucien!

Mum!

Oh, Lucien, what have they done to you, my dear?

They wanted to pull out my prostate!

Don't worry, Mum's here.

You're done for, Ragu!

As for you, you're done for, you deviants!

You perverts!

Perfect Jim!

If I see you still pervert my son's spirit

with your hideous hairy pecs, I'll kill you!

Lucien!

Jim!

Jim!

What the hell happened here?

Jim!

Answer me!

Jim!

What was that explosion?

I thought you were dead!

I shouldn't have given you that number!

Lucien!

Where is Lucien?

Wow!

Jim?

Nina?

When I see you, I...

I've got butterflies in my stomach.

I...

I've never felt that for any girl before.

You're my friend, Jim.

And you're already in love.

What?

Don't pretend you don't understand.

I watched you with Lucien.

I've never seen you like that.

Lucien!

Come here, come here.

He's gone.

The world must know!

Newspaper number 247.

Back to the Lucien Bayeur experiment.

What the hell is this?

Twenty years ago, Christine Bayeur, convinced that

her son's homosexuality was a curable disease, hired

me to find a cure.

I started testing a multitude of new formulas on him.

Nothing seemed to be able to change it.

So I tried my formula on many other guinea pigs.

And finally...

Bingo!

My conversion serum worked!

But mysteriously, Lucien still seemed to be immune.

A fit of rage, Christine left him and stole my

serum to make an extremely contagious virus.

The T-Rose.

Since she couldn't change her son, she decided to change the world.

She's completely crazy.

Where are you going?

To save Lucien.

What are you going to do?

Arrive at the Ministry and shoot her?

Maybe there's a way.

Lucien Bayeur.

Christine Bayeur, convinced that her son's homosexuality

was a curable disease, hired me to find a cure.

I started testing a multitude of new formulas on him.

Since she couldn't change her son, she decided to change the world.

What's wrong?

It's just a candida!

Are you sure, Master?

How dare you contradict me?

You're a moron!

Open your eyes!

It's the Minister who orchestrated everything!

Does that mean we've been wrong since the beginning?

You'll pay for your insolence!

Get out, Daddy.

Jim!

What are you doing here?

Come here, you son of a bitch!

No, Pavel.

I came here to apologize.

What?

I was a big idiot with you.

I was a big idiot.

With all of you.

Thank you.

And the one who made me understand that, it's Lucien.

He taught me the concept of good.

Of benevolence.

Of benevolence.

He taught me that we could love mixed sheets,

smelly socks, even nails with crayon colors.

But Lucien is under his mother's control.

I have to save him.

And I can't do it alone.

So, please, help me, please.

Did you hear that, Jim Quinn?

We're not going to let you end up in a mess.

So we get up, we destroy the Ministry, and we free Lucien!

Lucien!

Lucien!

Lucien!

Lucien!

Lucien!

Pavel, I can't do it without you.

Lucien!

Lucien!

How I love you.

You're perfect, you bastard.

You seem to be doing much better, don't you, Lili?

No, that's not true.

Yes, it is.

Well, I needed your opinion on the table plan.

What table plan?

You know, for your wedding with Marie-Bénédicte.

Oh, yes, as you wish.

So, I had thought of a little decoration, a little joke.

But what's that noise?

But it's incredible!

What's that, Mom?

Nothing at all.

It's our national guard rehearsing for the Christmas songs in the Court of Honour.

That's all.

Ah, and do they have their uniforms?

Can I see?

No, no, no!

Let me see!

Michel!

Robert!

Clémence!

Michel!

But it's not done!

Mom!

They won't hear you, my little boy!

What are you doing?

Let me out!

Mom!

Oh, my God, it's a real revolution!

Look at how they're muscled!

Shut up!

It's just a little joke, nothing at all.

So do as you like.

I don't give a damn what happens to my ministry!

Christine!

Get out of your castle, you stupid old hag!

Burn in hell.

You degenerates.

Charge!

Charge!

Oh, yes, yes!

It's gonna be pretty mad!

Come on, come on!

Run!

Let's go!

It's even better than the Christmas carols!

Let go of me!

Oh, no!

I'm allergic to pollen!

Free laundry!

Move!

Hello, this is the P.D. delivery man.

I have a gift for Mrs. Bayer.

Boss, there's a gift for the P.D. It's a unicorn.

Oh, how thoughtful.

Open the doors for the unicorn!

Unicorn secured.

I told you it would work.

You're a genius, Pavel.

Come on, go!

I'm coming, Lucien.

They took the weapons!

Help!

Open the doors!

Don't worry, Mrs. Bayer.

You're not in any danger.

We have no choice.

Soon...

there will be no more invertebrates on the surface of this planet!

Surveillance activated.

Mom!

Let me out!

I'm an adult!

Lucien.

Jim.

What are you doing here?

Quick, come with me.

You're in danger.

Stop.

Ouch!

Don't come any closer.

I'm sorry.

What I did to you is unforgivable.

You took advantage of me.

If I brought everyone together today, it was to save you, Lucien.

Save me from what?

Your mother.

I forbid you to involve my mother in all this!

But your mother created Terose.

What?

No.

No, you're lying!

All these years, she used you like a guinea pig to force you to become a Tero.

Why would I believe you?

Why?

Because I...

Because...

Because I love you.

What am I doing here?

Turn the ties!

It's not ugly!

It stinks.

I have a problem.

You're suffocating in there.

It feels good.

It's just the beginning.

There are only a few minutes left.

Tomorrow, I'll be back.

A dad!

And a mom!

A dad and a mom!

We don't lie to the kids!

Chlamydia!

I...

feel...

my back...

No.

No, not that.

No!

No!

No, Jim!

No!

No!

Jim!

Jim!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Jim, stay with me.

Lucien.

Yes?

Come here.

Yes, Jim, I'm here.

Come on, blue ones.

No!

No, please!

Not now!

Please!

Goodbye, Lucien.

No!

I don't want to live without you!

If you leave, I'll come with you.

What are you saying?

We'll be good friends.

You know what?

We'll have FIFA parties.

We'll put our kids in the same nursery.

We'll never be friends, Lucien.

You know...

I love you.

I love you too.

Lucien, welcome.

I've been waiting for this day all year.

But...

Who are you?

I'm your prostate, Lucien.

And you've finally found me.

The solution...

is in you.

Only you can save the world.

Follow me.

No!

No!

My abs!

They're back!

Jim...

Are you okay?

I don't know.

Ask me if it's a hoax.

What's a hoax?

I don't know shit!

I'm healed!

You're healed!

What did you do to my son?

You monster!

Mom!

Stop!

Shut up!

Come with me, now!

No!

I'm staying with him.

Come here!

Or I'll kill him!

You've gone completely crazy, Mom!

You've gone completely crazy, my son!

Mom, listen to me now.

I'm going to tell you something...

and you're going to have to accept it.

No, no, no, no!

Lucien, stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Don't say it!

I forbid you to say that!

I put you in the world!

That's it.

You did it.

It's thanks to you.

Gilles!

Everyone's coming to see my son downstairs!

It's a disaster!

Symptoms?

It looks like...

I don't know what happened.

I made love to Lucien and...

I healed you.

But...

How is that possible?

Unless...

But yes!

The exposure to the virus!

That's why Kragou wanted your prostate!

You developed antibodies!

So?

You have the antidote in you, Lucien!

That means...

I know what's left to do.

Are you okay, baby?

Yes, don't worry.

See you next time.

Tonight, the one and only, Christine Bayard, former Minister of Health, has

been sentenced by the International

Criminal Court for crimes against humanity.

She is currently serving a seven-day sentence in her Riyadh in Casablanca.