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I'll eat you and won't cry anymore. Are you happy?

P.S. Dragons were offered virgins, not infants, lol.

Well, I don't know how repulsive you are, but probably not more than Goth...

Dear(Within the bounds of good manners) Arandor, I ask you personally to use my original nickname. Further use of my nickname in this form will be considered a violation of the rules.

Also, for your next post containing "x)))))))" or "xDDD," I will give you a negative rating.

That's how it will be.

as for the smiles and emoticons, you don't have the right to issue me an ultimatum, and you can get points for unjustified lowering of the morale rating, so... make peace.

Fast rockets fly far away.
You won't be meeting them again.
And although America is a bit of a pity,
Europe has it coming.

Like a tablecloth, phosgene gas spreads,
And creeps under the gas mask.
Everyone believes in a better future,
Maybe someone will survive...

To the west, a red-starred MiG flies,
A fire breaks out in the Louvre.
The rusty peak of the Eiffel Tower,
Was ripped out by a bomb blast!

Why is the earth shaking and trembling,
Why is Bonn burning with fire?
They will have to start all over again,
After the march of tank columns...

The tired Colosseum is covered in smoke,
The waters of the Tiber flow into pots...
Forgive us, former eternal city, Rome!
Motorized riflemen sing in time with their steps.

Margaret Thatcher gives a speech,
Saying that they will punish the Russian guys....
At this time, Tower Bridge collapsed into the Thames,
Under the fire of heavy cruisers.

The earth is scorched by the absolute sun,
Kangaroos mutate into dogs.
But - the Bushmen have gained rights,
A red flag has risen over Canberra!

Maybe we offended someone for no reason,
We dropped fifty megatons...
We rush to new adventures, friends,
The evil enemy has not yet been defeated!

Like a tablecloth, phosgene gas spreads,
And creeps under the gas mask.
Everyone believes in a better future,
Maybe someone will survive...