Book: Guards! Guards!. Page 4

Vimes finally lowered the orangutan, which, however, wisely decided not to inflate the problem. Man, an angry so much that he, without knowing it, raises three hundred pounds of live weight orangutango, - such a man is better not to say anything unnecessary.

My basic rule: build a dungeon so that you most wanted to spend a night or two.

- I don't wanna be burned alive, - said Sergeant colon. - My wife then this scandal will make!

He laughed and laughed - knowing that should he stay, and a black depression, like a lead soufflé, bury him under themselves. But he clearly saw him stretching in front of all them "bright" future...

Remember it was not easy. However, he vaguely remembered that he drank it to forget. And dopilsya to such an extent that it is not remembered that he still needed to forget. In the end he started drinking to forget about how much he drinks.

Come to him with a completely justified complaint. But soon, you already moving to the door, bowing and rassharkivany, being on the seventh heaven from happiness just from what you released here. Yeah, you've got to give Patricia credit, reluctantly admitted van Drink. Otherwise he will send my men and will take that tribute myself.

It was a journey of five hundred miles, and passed it, which is pretty amazing, without much events. However, if you're the one whose height is over six feet, and the shoulders do not fit through the door, your journey is likely to be uneventful. From time to time because of the different rocks popping all sorts of people, but then hastily removed, throwing something like: "Oh, I'm sorry, I apparently made a mistake..."

The city was worthy of the title. Being. Woman. That was what it was. Woman. Roaring, ancient, ischikawa his age by centuries. Who took you by the nose, allowing you myself to fall in love, and then give you a kick. Smashing blow in the face. Smashing mouth. Language. Tonsils. Teeth. Yes, Yes, that's what she was. She was... being, you know, a bitch. Doll. Chicken. Bitch. And then you hated her, and even when you thought you have mastered it, outside of herself, she opened you with my huge clunky rotten heart, taking the advantage. And Yes. So. Never know where you stand. Lie. The only thing you sure you don't have to let her go. Because, because she was yours, all you have owned, with all of her gutters...