Paint themselves white to look like

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Because yes, they are crazy desert punks, but they have all the equipment and apparently the time to do blood type analyses. Besides that, they don't even have a stethoscope, but let's just say that by a lucky chance, in the middle of the desert, they found an analysis machine under a rock. Oh, those rocks, then! What a bunch of scoundrels!

Max tries to escape when he discovers that in addition to a tattoo, he's going to be whatsapp number list branded, and that he doesn't want to look like a hipster in need of recognition, but unfortunately it's a failure and he's thrown into a cage to be taught how to gallop around Villainville with his jailers on his tail. Too bad, he tried. He'll get his revenge next time.

But let me tell you about Vilainville. A group of mesas in the middle of the desert, in which galleries have been dug and balconies have been built to look cool. As it happens, today, a huge crowd of local bums has gathered at the foot of one of the mesas while at a balcony in the shape of a skull, a shape has just appeared: Immortan Joe. Because immortal , and then octane , so immortan. There you go. In the French version, I was expecting ImmorSuper98, but I guess someone intervened in time.

Immortan Joe is a big, fat albino, who obviously has a lot of health problems, and who is squeezed into an armor with a respirator which has absolutely nothing to do with a white version of Darth Vader, stop these shameful innuendos right away. He has at his command a whole army of soldiers who shave their heads and their leader whom they worship like a living god. Well, incidentally, and because that's not all that, Immortan Joe also has a small family, made up of more or less deformed beings, and an entourage of women from whom he pumps milk dairy-style to feed his offspring, who we hope are not lactose intolerant otherwise I hope the mesas have good plumbing.