A classic by Fil (famous Berlin comic book artist), boiled down by me (it's originally a whole page, so I cut some stuff out, changed some things around and did some mild recoloring).
Translation (it's all in a very thick Berlin accent):
Didi: Stulle, know what I ask myself every now and then?
Stulle: Guess you're about to tell me, Didi.
Didi: Sometimes I ask myself: Who are we? Where do we come from? And where are we going?
Stulle: We're Didi and Stulle. We're from Berlin's March district. And we're walking to the 127 bus stop.
Didi: Could you repeat that, but this time a tad slower? I have to write this down.
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