SelfPub: new life

Samir!!! - gleefully shouted Lina, throwing herself around my neck. I grunted in surprise.
- Found someone to hug - he's wet, ' murmured left Testimonies.
- Lena, let me smother - smothered I asked, gently prinimaya her waist.
- Unable to embrace further - strangled Shamir will suit everyone - again Testimonies.

- Dear Testimonies or Lynn, please accept my deepest apologies... - face plem-m-Mennicke lit so that his 'light' could be seen even through my 'decorations', -... that confused You, dear Tess ar Lynn first planted by the killer, and then with the most recent thief. How could I! Indeed, in both these occupations required manual dexterity, the way You are, to my deepest regret, I do not possess. And in that regard YOU and not me, I have this bright... um-m-m... that is such a bright x-har of RRU...uh... ISM.

- Ku-ku, ku-ku, ku-ku! - screamed from all sides of the cuckoos.
'Cuckoo, cuckoo, how long will I live?' - flashed through my sleepy head thought.
The nearest cuckoo, which had its new 'peek a Boo', he was choked and died. Like other members of its species.

- What have you got?
- Phalanx of the little finger of a dead man who committed suicide because of the attacks of his bitch-wife.
- Yes well?
- And then!
And it helps?
To support stereotypes - very even, but in the offices of energies ever. People just always believe that necromancers can't live without bones, graves, and corpses. And who am I to disturb the settled popular opinion? So us and fear will cease.

- Trick or treat?
- I'm both.

To enemies you scared to battle, choose your weapon more powerful!