Character: Servant

- What for? Have you decided that than torturing the audience with your game, it is better to shoot them !?

- We need bread and more! Bake another.
Is it me?
Me.
- I thought I was the Baker.
- You have blood on the apron, I think it's croissants?

The interests of the country - you don't love me my interests more.

Us the life so I spit on everything that is not me.

- Your Highness, your chamomile tea.
- Brandy?
- Of course.
Thank you.
- Why are you sniffing your tea?
- Check the fortress. This Daisy is extremely strong.

- You turned on the receiver?
- No, count!
But we heard the sound of music.
- Yes, sir!
- So you its and included.
- No, count!
It turns out that I was crazy?
- Yes, sir... the kind of hell wound up in the house!

Sitting above the rest, some already ascended into the clouds. But on a pig though saddle put on - still a boar left.

Mary, so summer! - shrugged the guy with a look as if that explained everything. Then he noticed me and looked concerned look, and picturesque brushing from his forehead a strand of resin, ingratiating asked: - And who is this lovely lady?
I gave a smile, the notebook heartthrob and walked around the figure once more revealing look.
Oh, Mama... He's a Ghost! What kind of world is this?!
- Julia, - introduced me to the Keeper of the house. The Rial Mr Felix.
A moment of silence. Though not mournful. I would say, incredibly joyful, as on the faces of the servants bloomed such a happy expression that it made me feel creepy.

To say it needs directly,
Ago twenty-five years,
Leather climbing lady
That dress show.
Now, not knowing shame,
The fashion is not to become,
From the dress up lady
To the skin show.

Grief you too much curdled blood,
And melancholy give birth to the madness.