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- Greetings, gentlemen! - Accompanied by a butler, Arandor entered the park.
- Welcome, sir! - The owner of the Locken estate shook the hand of the newcomer in greeting.
- Good evening, sir! We are glad to see you! Welcome! - the other guests hastened to introduce themselves.
A large table was set here, laden with various dishes, wines, and several hookahs.
Arandor raised the goblet prepared for him and savored the wine.
- Ah, wonderful wine, Sir Locken.
- Well, thank you for the compliment!
Arandor also noticed two ladies among the guests; they appeared to be Lady Kitz and Lady Lynx. Setting the goblet on the table, he hurried towards them, but then one of the guests, the noble Sir Vistrit, rose from the table and said:
- Gentlemen, let us begin what we have gathered here for!
Approbative shouts were heard everywhere.
Sir Locken, eagerly rubbing his hands, boomed:
- Let us proceed with the TROLLING!
- Let us proceed, gentlemen! - Nebo chimed in.
- Sir Arandor, how about trying some stew with potatoes? There is only one left since your last visit!
The gentlemen laughed.
- Ugh, that's so vulgar, - Lady Kitz remarked.
- Ladies, - Sir Locken said condescendingly.
- A toast to the ladies! - Rainhard raised his goblet.
- To the ladies!
- Monsieur Arandor, we will drink to you a little later.
The gentlemen laughed again. After that, they drained their goblets.
Sir Locken clapped his hands.
- Alright, gentlemen, the time for jokes is over; it is time to move on to the main course!
- Sir Locken, but we haven't even properly TROLLED yet!
- Nonsense, nonsense, it will get cold, gentlemen.
The butler came out of the estate.
- Release it! - Sir Locken shouted.
The butler retreated into the bushes; the sound of a latch being unlocked was heard, and an incomprehensible creature crawled out to the guests.
The guests began to chatter excitedly.
- Well, who wants to take the first shot?
- Allow me, gentlemen, - Sir Tox said, stepping forward with a goblet in his hand.
The creature twitched and hissed aggressively.
- Wonderful weather, isn't it, creature? - Sir Tox addressed the creature.
In response, it hissed even louder and began to writhe convulsively.
The gentlemen laughed.
- Excellent, excellent!
- Creature, what is your name and title?
The creature shrieked furiously and tried to crawl towards the guests.
- Oh, I can't look at this! I agree, yuck, yuck! - the ladies exclaimed, turning away from what was happening.
- Creature, we, as a whole honest company, have been making chaotic disturbances in the chimney of your dwelling.
The creature crackled and thrashed its tentacles on the ground.
The gentlemen began to laugh again.
- Gentlemen, gentlemen, look, it's butthurt!
The gentlemen began to shout congratulations, shake hands, and pat each other on the back, then began to chant in unison, "butthurt, butthurt, butthurt!"
The creature hissed, crackled, and writhed, and then burst, spraying the grass with gray slime.
- A great, great TROLLING today, gentlemen!
- Great!
- Excellent TROLLING!
- We TROLLED wonderfully, friends!
Everyone raised their goblets.
- To TROLLING! - Sir Locken proclaimed.
- To TROLLING! - the gentlemen chimed in.
Tomorrow holds no promises Except the ones we've made
I don't know how you managed to have two sets on the same theme appear at the same time... But somehow, I like the game "Hosa" more.
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи