Character: Geralt. Page 1

- Why did you fire?
- And you e*t?!

- Mom dad pounding with a frying pan because he went to... plaque.
- On ***Ki.

It was so bad? I hope this is not a reaction to me?

Abracadabra, enchantment-Mary, hocus pocus.

The buckthorn I found.
- At the time. Smells strongly.
- Rather stinks.
- See how gentle were found. Rotten flesh, pus, urea... the Usual smells of the village.
- Remember how we Trategie in the trash, hunted Rieger? You then half-day in the bath atskiribas.
- Forget here. We will meet you whenever I remember.

- Your ass like a nut, and asks for a sin.
- Not for you my little honeysuckle bloomed! Go get the Zoltan!

Well, it happens!
- I fucking already.

Lambert, Lambert, dick walrus,
Lambert, Lambert, harmful ***.

Brave, you see, soldier, times two swords hung. You, gray! What are you two swords? And in his pants two dick holding? Are you fucking deaf? Say who you are, or your tongue with a knife to untie?
- The Witcher. Ask, why do I need two swords? One for beasts, another for people. Member I have one.

People, remember: what makes a monster not a character.

You know, when legend ceases to be a legend? When she start to believe.

The dice are thrown. Will remain behind my past, spread out ahead of my future.

Occupational therapy. The saving influence of protectively on the psyche.

Too much power kills.