Sheik Amar:
Persian!
We parted under
certain rush circumstances, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.
We've been
tracking you for a week.
That little
riot you started, it went on for two days!
My beloved
racetrack, all washed away like the footprints in sand.
See Lita
there... Look at her?
She's all
that's left of my gaming empire.
And no matter your
skills as a promoter, you can't organize an ostrich race with just one ostrich!
Am I right?!
Yes sir, come
with me.
Did you know
that the ostriches have suicidal tendencies?
Look at this
poor thing. She used to be a grand champion, and now I have to watch her night
and day to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.
Suddenly
occurred to me, that the only way to recoup my tragic losses, was to track down
the two young lovers who cast this dark cloud upon me.
Oh yes, I'm
gonna need the prize on your head, your brother will be very pleased to see...
The sand
dervishes Persian, they are common as camel dirt...
Dastan:
Sheik Amar,
listen to me...!
Sheik Amar:
I'd rather not.
Seso:
Nice knife.
Tamina:
Noble Sheik, we
are on the sacred journey to the temple...
Sheik Amar:
Temple that,
temple this, there is nothing more sacred than Persian's gold.
Dastan:
Give me the
Dagger, there are too many of them.
You can't kill
them all, you wanna live, give me the Dagger!!
Give me the
Dagger!
Sheik Amar:
Persian, how
did you do that?
Dastan:
Instinct.
What?
We have to get
out of here.
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