Character: Ned Hamilton

- I would not dare to raise a hand against a noble sir Lustrecolor.
Okay, you're on his leg raised?!
- He fell! Handed me this... disgusting, I disgust dropped, perhaps flapping with the arms... That's all!
- Cool as you "waved his hand," if the poor Valera blast blew in the corner!

- It's not me, it's all scattered! - firmly declared ned.
Yeah, left you a magazine with comics, he lay down in the corner in shorts soak up the sun, and that the head is not baked to cover the entire wardrobe. Oh, and my mother's umbrella on top! What are you, his to be buried there decided?!

- What was it?
I have no idea. You killed him, you know better.
Lady, in my world we don't ask the monster its name. We beat it, no questions asked.
- Yeah... no, actually that's right... not even enough to get you on their questionnaires filled.

Ilona pulled knight into the bathroom and closed the door. Hey! - got it almost at the same moment. Don't forget to undress. And then I'm in a movie seen as a French knight is thrust into the water in the shirt and pants.
- French always differed minded mind - confirmed red knight.

- Forgive my being blunt, but... you've said yourself that...
What?! What did I say? Ilona actually started with a twist, maybe that's why she didn't have long novels - not one guy did not dare to stay long in the society of such a miracle.
- What are you... - bravely gasped ned, - go to the mess!
At the Institute, he corrected the girl.
- And the Institute - a mess! - finished off the red knight.
Ilona for a couple of minutes shut up in her pretty little head began to wander thinking about that guy, something really wrong... In the sense of not pretending.
- Well, a mess, Yes... So we have always a mess, everywhere, throughout the country. What?
But... a lady... a mess - the house where work of a fallen woman! They sell love for money!

Is definitely Hell - doomed muttered ned, almost not paying attention to Twitter of his companion. - The world of light, created by God in his divine wisdom, and in wondrous harmony, destroyed! The air smells of oil and brimstone; children spew blasphemy and ten years languishing in jail, people dress up as port beggars in Arabia, even the young lady look like the last...
- Uh, uh, uh! The moralist fancy dress, no need to get personal. I just excused you, and you're doing it again!

- Groaning, he's here. Here, even the horse shied!
Is not a horse, my war horse! And he can't shy away. Nonsense, come here!
- Who is this?!
- He's my so me.
- I knew it. Only you have not nonsense, but very real bugs!
- I have no... no nonsense! Nonsense - this is it! This is the name of my horse. And glitches I have, I've taken a shower recently.

Ilona on all fours and crawled closer, looking at each other with Ned, also knelt down, folded handle. "At least she's a Christian..." - for a moment, happy red knight. Then he caught himself on the fact that the tanned knees of the girl distract him from his righteous prayers, and again fell into sadness.