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"Should I call for the Blademaster Guild then, my Lord?"

"You think they will come?"

"Definitely!"

"Definitely?"

"Oh, yes, my Lord."

"Realy?"

"Oh, yeah! I am very sure they will come. All of them. Immediately."

"This sounds a bit funny to me."

"I don't think that 'funny' is the right word, my Lord."

"What would be the right word?"

"Awesome...dreadful...violent...cruel...bloodthirsty"

"You know a lot of these words."

"Yes, my Lord. That's why you made me your counselor."

"Did I?"

"Obviously."

"Is it? I thought you were my jester."

"I beg you pardon, my Lord!"

"C'mon you know jesters. These funny guys jumpin around with all the little bells attached to their clothes, making jokes and so."

"Have you ever heard me joking, my Lord?"

"No, now you mention it. No."

"And have you ever see me jumping around?"

"No, not that I can remember."

"What do you think could this mean?"

"Hm, you must be the worst jester I have ever had?"

"Yes, that's the other reason why I am your conselour, my Lord."

"Ok, it doesn't greatly matter at all."

"If you say so."

"Say what?"

"For heavens sake."

"Didn't we talk about something before you started with this jester thing?"

"Yes, my Lord. The war."

"Right."

"And the Blademasters."

"Oh yes, and you listed all these .. ah .. evil words."

"I just tried to express what familiar atmosphere will pervade these halls after the Blademasters will have been arrived here."

"You think they don't like me?"

"How did you come up with that, my Lord?"

"So they like me?"

"No."

"No?"

"Actually they hate you much more than they hate the demons."

"Ouh, that doesn't sound helpful."

"Not for you, my Lord."

"How come they don't like me? Everbody likes me."

[pause]

"Do I pay you for not confirming my opinion?"

"No."

"Well then?"

"You don't pay me at all, my Lord."

"I don't pay you?"

"No."

"Why?"

"You are broke."

"Realy?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"This can't be true."

"It is true."

[pause]

"Is this another jester thing of you?"

"No, my Lord."

"You mean, I do not have any money?"

"Yes. That's what broke means. Broke, out of pocket, on the rocks, bankrupt."

"Oh."

[pause]

"Why are you still here, if I don't pay you?"

"Good question. I never thought about it. Maybe I better.."

"Forget about it."

[pause]

"How is the weather?"

"Have not been outside for ages, my Lord."

"There you go."

"Pardon?"

"Ah, so you think, calling the Blademasters is not a good idea?"

"Better not, my Lord."

"Okay then, I think we can easily make it without these little knify skirts."

"We have to, my Lord."

10. June 2008, 16:56 - Teil 4 #11 (permalink)
Flönz Beiträge: 52 Dabei seit: Apr 2008	"Should I call for the Blademaster Guild then, my Lord?" "You think they will come?" "Definitely!" "Definitely?" "Oh, yes, my Lord." "Realy?" "Oh, yeah! I am very sure they will come. All of them. Immediately." "This sounds a bit funny to me." "I don't think that 'funny' is the right word, my Lord." "What would be the right word?" "Awesome...dreadful...violent...cruel...bloodthirsty" "You know a lot of these words." "Yes, my Lord. That's why you made me your counselor." "Did I?" "Obviously." "Is it? I thought you were my jester." "I beg you pardon, my Lord!" "C'mon you know jesters. These funny guys jumpin around with all the little bells attached to their clothes, making jokes and so." "Have you ever heard me joking, my Lord?" "No, now you mention it. No." "And have you ever see me jumping around?" "No, not that I can remember." "What do you think could this mean?" "Hm, you must be the worst jester I have ever had?" "Yes, that's the other reason why I am your conselour, my Lord." "Ok, it doesn't greatly matter at all." "If you say so." "Say what?" "For heavens sake." "Didn't we talk about something before you started with this jester thing?" "Yes, my Lord. The war." "Right." "And the Blademasters." "Oh yes, and you listed all these .. ah .. evil words." "I just tried to express what familiar atmosphere will pervade these halls after the Blademasters will have been arrived here." "You think they don't like me?" "How did you come up with that, my Lord?" "So they like me?" "No." "No?" "Actually they hate you much more than they hate the demons." "Ouh, that doesn't sound helpful." "Not for you, my Lord." "How come they don't like me? Everbody likes me." [pause] "Do I pay you for not confirming my opinion?" "No." "Well then?" "You don't pay me at all, my Lord." "I don't pay you?" "No." "Why?" "You are broke." "Realy?" "Yes, my Lord." "This can't be true." "It is true." [pause] "Is this another jester thing of you?" "No, my Lord." "You mean, I do not have any money?" "Yes. That's what broke means. Broke, out of pocket, on the rocks, bankrupt." "Oh." [pause] "Why are you still here, if I don't pay you?" "Good question. I never thought about it. Maybe I better.." "Forget about it." [pause] "How is the weather?" "Have not been outside for ages, my Lord." "There you go." "Pardon?" "Ah, so you think, calling the Blademasters is not a good idea?" "Better not, my Lord." "Okay then, I think we can easily make it without these little knify skirts." "We have to, my Lord." ______________________________________________________________________ Flönz iss en kölsche Woosch. En Woosch es jet för ze esse us Fleisch, Speck, Salz un Jewöze, mänchmol och met Blot un Jebötts. Dat weed vermangt un in en Därm jedäut, mänchmol och in en Jlas. Flönz iss jet ähnlishet wie de Blotwoosch unn weed och uss Bloot unn Würfelscher vumm Suuspäck jemaat. Äwwer Flönz weed jekoch unn Blotwoosch jeräuschat. Unn deswäjje sinn de Flönz wabbelisch unn dä Blotwoosch bleev och in dä Pann stief wie enn Kummelejoonskääz.