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Not Imperial this business the king's hands raking fire.

- You begin to annoy me. You always cooperated with us.
- With Philip.
- The orders he gave me.
- But not me.

- You should pay more attention to the feelings of others.
- I say this, although he did not understand the feelings of people. Whatever the order, you will fulfill all, will go to any stiffness like a beast.

Anyone who has worked in a hierarchical system knows that the order down the ladder more than three floors is not. More specifically, one who is three "floor" below who gave the order, does not understand its meaning and importance.

To destroy the other in battle without risking to die, it is impossible, as it is a nice personal preservation. It's the same as catching birds nazyvaniem salt on its tail.

We're soldiers, captain, we follow orders, wherever they lead us. Even death.

What a service you have.
- I act on the orders of the king!
- What king, and huntsman.

We have not received instructions from Headquarters on what to do with these humanoid machines.
Maybe they trust us to understand ourselves?
Or maybe... I mean, what if they just are no longer interested in the Land?

A child of the Lord is the one who executes his orders.

I'm a simple soldier, miss Walker, I have orders and I follow.

When the phone rings, most people rejoice. Someone wants to talk with you, to say Hello, to ask about life, about plans. For me, the phone has become a sword of Damocles, a troublesome nightmare from which stops the heart. People often believe that numerous telephone "bells and whistles" - it's just interesting news; I was primarily interested in how they can help me at least partially to stop pouring from the tube, the flow of orders.

- What is it with you Blenk, what are you doing?
- Undress, Mr. President...
- You must be able to be completely naked and to get around the editor?
- But you told me to, Mr. President.
- So who of us is worse, Mr. Blank who monster? I ordered you to throw off pants, or are you ready to bare your butt?
- I do not know, Mr. President.
- Here's the tricky part.

- What now to do, commander?
- What to do? Races... yeah, spread out around the house.
The soldiers with redoubled caution overcame thickets. Once at the fallen trunk, the Sergeant stooped down and whispered:
Great. Just great. Commander understand at a glance. Now let's rassredotochit alive... only this time rassredotochit alone.

I always thought that people want to see you one of two things - or his equivalent or something like a footstool to be able to keep you under control and give you orders.