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The sounds of wondrous songs have faded
What happened that night shocked everyone present. Evil Lizard, as usual, was playing the guitar, gathering a crowd of listeners around him. Everyone was so engrossed in the melody that they didn't notice one of the crowd pulling out a weapon, and they only realized what was happening when the assassin opened fire. Lasers turned Evil Lizard into Swiss cheese, but fortunately, no one else was hit. Despite the small size of the room and the ensuing chase, the bandit managed to escape, leaving a ticket to Prague in the fist of one of the pursuers.
Completely drunk, Ment, melancholically observing the drama, muttered something like "how scary it is to live, poor guy," downed another shot, and collapsed under the bar, from where, a couple of seconds later, peaceful snores could be heard. Nebo was noticeably more disturbed by what had happened, but he quickly calmed down and seemed to find some peace, which was quite unusual for him. Alexeagle, on the other hand, threw a real tantrum, alternately trying to revive the remnants of Lizard and running around with a chair at every sound, trying to take revenge. He had to be kicked out of the bar to calm down.
Neo777 dramatically wept over the corpse. So dramatically that he was cynically asked to remain in that pose for the rest of the night, further confirming that the art of victims, if it doesn't require something, certainly doesn't refuse it.
Alive
Dead
А, вот почему.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕