Happy Life
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He parried the spittle with his leather sword.
- I was just asking. I didn't think you'd answer, - Helmut shrugged. - You'd look funny in the afterlife, with that torn backside.
The soldier beheaded the prisoner. He was about to insult the barbarian and tell him about the positions he had taken on the backs of his ancestors, but at the last moment, it seemed unnecessary.
- Soldiers, rise up! The mission continues.
- I was just asking. I didn't think you'd answer, - Helmut shrugged. - You'd look funny in the afterlife, with that torn backside.
The soldier beheaded the prisoner. He was about to insult the barbarian and tell him about the positions he had taken on the backs of his ancestors, but at the last moment, it seemed unnecessary.
- Soldiers, rise up! The mission continues.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
