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Sandro is playing dice with Nagash on the throne (they each pile up their dice, and whoever has more left wins).
Sandro: Tell me, Nagash, how can you have the Intelligence skill if I can see your back of the head and the place where your brain should be through your eye sockets?
Nagash: See, you can't understand it because you don't have Intelligence!
Sandro: What?!
Nagash: Hey! Calm down, I meant the ability. By the way, I won, you owe me 350 gold.
Sandro: You're a cheater! I put down a whole handful, and you dissected yours finger by finger!
Nagash: Yes, perhaps that means I've reached the advanced level of the Intelligence skill. Pay up!
Sandro: Go choke on it! How is it possible that we play every day, and I haven't won against you even once?
Nagash: That's my specialty.
A skeleton runs into the hall.
Skeleton: My lord! The High Necromancer has arrived with a new task! Shall I let him in?
Sandro: No, I'll order him to take his bony behind out of my castle!
Skeleton: Yes, my lord!
Sandro: Wait, you idiot! Invite the High Necromancer to the library.
Skeleton: Yes, my lord!
The skeleton runs away.
Nagash: Damn, why are you letting him in? He's coming again with some idiotic task.
Sandro: Here's what I'll tell you, my overly bony friend. Our kingdom occupies 320 million square feet; if we don't pretend that we are obedient puppets in the hands of the gods, they will destroy it.
Nagash: Why?
Sandro: There isn't much space in the universe, so you have to fight for it. The sages, before I executed them cruelly, said that there are only four billion square feet in the entire universe, and only half of it can accommodate a living world; the gods want to play around and are not destroying our kingdom only because they think they are in control of us. If they find out the truth, instead of us, there will be some crap like Diablo.
Nagash: A-a-a.
Sandro: Bleh. That's why, despite all your Intelligence, the king here is ME! Okay, let's go to the library before this High Necromancer turns my skeletons into zombies...
Sandro: Tell me, Nagash, how can you have the Intelligence skill if I can see your back of the head and the place where your brain should be through your eye sockets?
Nagash: See, you can't understand it because you don't have Intelligence!
Sandro: What?!
Nagash: Hey! Calm down, I meant the ability. By the way, I won, you owe me 350 gold.
Sandro: You're a cheater! I put down a whole handful, and you dissected yours finger by finger!
Nagash: Yes, perhaps that means I've reached the advanced level of the Intelligence skill. Pay up!
Sandro: Go choke on it! How is it possible that we play every day, and I haven't won against you even once?
Nagash: That's my specialty.
A skeleton runs into the hall.
Skeleton: My lord! The High Necromancer has arrived with a new task! Shall I let him in?
Sandro: No, I'll order him to take his bony behind out of my castle!
Skeleton: Yes, my lord!
Sandro: Wait, you idiot! Invite the High Necromancer to the library.
Skeleton: Yes, my lord!
The skeleton runs away.
Nagash: Damn, why are you letting him in? He's coming again with some idiotic task.
Sandro: Here's what I'll tell you, my overly bony friend. Our kingdom occupies 320 million square feet; if we don't pretend that we are obedient puppets in the hands of the gods, they will destroy it.
Nagash: Why?
Sandro: There isn't much space in the universe, so you have to fight for it. The sages, before I executed them cruelly, said that there are only four billion square feet in the entire universe, and only half of it can accommodate a living world; the gods want to play around and are not destroying our kingdom only because they think they are in control of us. If they find out the truth, instead of us, there will be some crap like Diablo.
Nagash: A-a-a.
Sandro: Bleh. That's why, despite all your Intelligence, the king here is ME! Okay, let's go to the library before this High Necromancer turns my skeletons into zombies...
Страшней драколича зверя нет!
Жаль, не лебедь я...
Сандро (не)жив! :D :D :D
Влюбившийся дурак на глупости горазд (с)
В сказке грусти синей я один, как бог... (с)
Жаль, не лебедь я...
Сандро (не)жив! :D :D :D
Влюбившийся дурак на глупости горазд (с)
В сказке грусти синей я один, как бог... (с)

