Book: Conservation of goblins

- If the only question is performance - intervened sharp, after all we could to help you.
Mr. O'toole is furious bounced on the ground.
- And bugs?! - raged it. - What about bugs? You do not let them in El, I know it will ferment. Oh God, these bloody rules of sanitation and hygiene! And that October ale was a success, it must fall bugs and any other nasty, not something fragrant in it that will not happen!
- We'll draft it for bugs - promised Op. - Dial a bucket and vysypaem in the VAT.
O'toole choked with rage. His face was flushed.
- Ignorance! - screamed it. - Zhukov buckets it does not fray. The beetles themselves fall into it with wondrous selectivity and...

Since time immemorial, only we, the goblins, cook pleasing ale. And his own drink. We can't cook more than we can drink. And if you cook it for the trolls, then the fairies will require...

When a person is hungry, he is entitled to any food that you find. Such a law was in primitive times. Of course, the court now accepts.

Over time, the hatred burns out. And only smoldering, although not disappearing ... but just dislike.

I have no more desires, no needs. I almost don't feel anything. The fact of the matter is that I don't feel anything. We don't die like you. This is not a physiological process. Energy flows from me, and in the end it will not do. As a flashing tongue of flame that trembles and goes out.

To live by the rules, no honor, and joy either.