Matthias Thieme

When an intergalactic space god shows up in the form of a German potato and turns your teeth into drunken, blathering idiots… it’s time to take the chicken and hit the fire escape. That is… unless you really dig having your domicile over run by dirty pots and pans.

Desert. A vulture enjoys the silence of a hot afternoon. The sudden appearance of a noisy vehicle destroys the quietness of this situation. Two pistoleros exit the car ready for a duel. The vulture is watching with scepticism, ready to take advantage.