Character: The Nanny OGG

Immediately let us through, Sean agg.
Shawn saluted, nearly stunned himself by the Flagstaff peaks:
- Miss, Mrs. vetrovec!
His round honest face disappeared from view. After a minute or two before the witch came a creaking grid.
- How do you do it? - surprised the nurse.
- Elementary, - shrugged mother. You are never going to make his stupid head exploded directly on his shoulders. And he knows it.
I know you'll never do that.
- No, I do not know. You only know that so far had not reached.

- Generally stupid to put us under lock and key, ' said nanny. Personally, I would have instantly killed us.
Is because in fact you're kind, explained McGrath. - The good not done anything wrong and do justice. And evil is always somehow to blame, so they invented mercy.

- As far as I know, no Mr Yagga not? - he asked as if incidentally.
- How is it not? Where did he go? - surprised the nurse. - Lies to yourself in a cemetery.

- Here killed someone.
- Oh gods, ' groaned the nanny OGG. - Hopefully not inside the circle?
- No. What kind of stupid question? It happened outside. The tall man. One leg shorter than the other. With a beard. Perhaps he was a hunter.
- But how? How do you know all this?
I just stepped on it.

- I suppose you...could to convince her...this year to refrain from participation?
- To convince? This is why, an axe, or what?

My name is Vxrdlemiseks, - not without pleasure, said the demon.
- Hey, where were you when the vowels were handed out? Behind the door stood? asked the nanny OGG.

I know only one: you start messing with the cults - you start believing in spirits you start believing in spirits you start believing in demons. And then lo and behold - you're already in the gods believed. After that, all of your business - seams.
- But after all they really exist, ' said nanny OGG.
It does not mean that they need to believe. They only pluck.

- Guten day, main good dick! Trois Beers für us mercy in his side.
And he is not offended that you did so, dick? - anxiously asked mother vetrovec.

- Nan?
- Yes, sweetheart?
- A blue mouse there?
- Not if you're sober, sweetheart.
So... I need a drink!

- Did not understand. Who are the pompadours?
I think it's some type of larvae.
That is awesome! "Hello, striker, welcome to the show!" People immediately tune into a friendly mood.

- Didn't you notice how he looks at you?
- Who? It?
I think he misses you, he sighs.
I thought that he just shortness of breath...

Husband is the sort of thing that is easily improved.

You may look at the dog and say that it's not a dog, because the dog she does not like, but who in the end will be right?

When you get to know people better, girl, you will understand: not all head and body working in unison.