Граф Орлов
Have you all lost your minds in the past couple of hours? Just take a look at yourselves from the outside; it's like some post-classical tragicomic soap opera. The cast includes:
Tox, a drug addict, spouting nonsense all night
Loken, a victim of the press, playing a role
Revan, trying to find logic in this goddamn circus
Nephela, a suspicious person, smoking tea
Mestear(?), suddenly a helpful player
Crabby, the best player of yesterday
The gray mass, the gray mass
The beginning of the evening. They decided to execute Tox. He begs for mercy like a wet dog, appealing to emotions, threats, and claims of "secret knowledge, not available to everyone." In a game built on universal lies and demagoguery, yes.
Tox: I know everything, but I won't say anything.
Nephela: Take your pills.
Revan: "Boredom."
The gray mass: Okay, what's up?
Tox: Your poll isn't the right poll.
Nephela: I have a crazy theory...
Revan: I have an even crazier theory!
Tox: So, you won't execute me.
Nephela, Revan: What is execution? We have theories...
Tox: And I'm right, don't execute me. Let's better discuss combinations in tables and rehash the newspaper for the hundredth time!
(Chorus): Let's do it!
Crabby: WHAT?!!
Tox: Shhh! Please don't execute me, please.
Mestear: I don't know anything anymore.
Loken (suddenly): Yeah, well, heh. Tell me what to do.
Tox: Please don't execute me.
Loken: Okay.
Excellent logic, quirits. Just fucking amazing. As reliable as a Swiss watch.
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