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"Who's left?"

"The Gurdians, the Marksmen and the Engineers, my Lord."

"Engineers! That sounds like tricky guys. Just what we need."

"They would be delighted to hear that."

"Sure they would."

"Especially after things to happen lately."

"What?"

"You do not remember, my Lord?"

"Remember what?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes. You - insulting the Engineers."

"Did I?"

"Yes."

"What was it about?"

"Your little problem, my Lord."

"Again?"

"Yes."

"Damn!"

"You wanted the Engineers to construct a prosthesis for your .. ah .. little King."

"Great idea!"

[pause]

"What was the problem then?"

"The Engineers claimed to construct excellent war machines. They refused to get involved with sexual auxiliary devices."

"Arrogant bastards!"

"You shouldn't have called them that, my Lord."

"Did I?"

"Yes."

"Damn!"

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Of course."

"Great! I'd do anything. Tell me."

"You could give them opportunity to get satisfaction."

"How?"

"You remember the club or virility, my Lord?"

"Ah ... what about the Marksmen?"

"Nuts, my Lord."

"No, thank you. I'm allergic."

"I mean the Marksmen."

"What?"

"The Marksmen. They are all nuts."

"Who did that?"

"Did what, my Lord."

"Turned my Marksmen into Nuts."

"They are not turned into Nuts, they went berserk."

"Great!"

"What?"

"Even though. Wouldn't that be better for the Gurdians."

"No, no, my Lord. They are insane."

"Oh. How come?"

"You.."

"Me again?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Damn!"

[pause]

"No details please."

"My Lord."

"So, it's only the Gurdians left."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Anything wrong with the Guardians?"

"Not that I know."

"Not insane, sulking or dissolved?"

"No, my Lord, they are all well."

"Thank god!"

"As far as I know."

"What do you mean?"

"They are not quite so close to the Station."

"Not?"

"No, my Lord."

"Okay, where are they?"

"Australia."

"What the hell are they doing in Australia?"

"Executing your orders, my Lord."

"I knew you would say something like that."

"Oh, did you? You still manage to surprise me."

"I sent them to Australia?"

"So you did, my Lord."

"Do I want to know why?"

"No."

"Something to do with my problem?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Okay, I do not want to know."

[pause]

"So, the Evokers are dissolved, the Summoners lie in depression, the Blademasters hate me,
the Engineers are sulking, the Marksmen are nuts and the Gurdians far away?"

"Shit happens, my Lord!"

"Who's left?"

"You, me and the smelly cook, my Lord."

"Great army."

"That's one way of putting it."

"Any other options?"

"No."

"What is your suggestion?"

"Fight, my Lord."

"Fight? Me? With weapons? Against demons?"

"I'm afraid."

"Doesn't sound very groovy."

"If you say so."

"Ok then, could you please be so kind and get my helmet?"

"That one under your bed containing the flowers, my Lord?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to get it with the flowers?"

"You think that the flowers might be of any use out there?"

"Depends."

"Depends?"

"Depends on how much you like Demons, my Lord."

10. June 2008, 18:04 - und Schluß #13 (permalink)
Flönz Beiträge: 52 Dabei seit: Apr 2008	"Who's left?" "The Gurdians, the Marksmen and the Engineers, my Lord." "Engineers! That sounds like tricky guys. Just what we need." "They would be delighted to hear that." "Sure they would." "Especially after things to happen lately." "What?" "You do not remember, my Lord?" "Remember what?" "You." "Me?" "Yes. You - insulting the Engineers." "Did I?" "Yes." "What was it about?" "Your little problem, my Lord." "Again?" "Yes." "Damn!" "You wanted the Engineers to construct a prosthesis for your .. ah .. little King." "Great idea!" [pause] "What was the problem then?" "The Engineers claimed to construct excellent war machines. They refused to get involved with sexual auxiliary devices." "Arrogant bastards!" "You shouldn't have called them that, my Lord." "Did I?" "Yes." "Damn!" "Is there anything we can do?" "Of course." "Great! I'd do anything. Tell me." "You could give them opportunity to get satisfaction." "How?" "You remember the club or virility, my Lord?" "Ah ... what about the Marksmen?" "Nuts, my Lord." "No, thank you. I'm allergic." "I mean the Marksmen." "What?" "The Marksmen. They are all nuts." "Who did that?" "Did what, my Lord." "Turned my Marksmen into Nuts." "They are not turned into Nuts, they went berserk." "Great!" "What?" "Even though. Wouldn't that be better for the Gurdians." "No, no, my Lord. They are insane." "Oh. How come?" "You.." "Me again?" "Yes, my Lord." "Damn!" [pause] "No details please." "My Lord." "So, it's only the Gurdians left." "Yes, my Lord." "Anything wrong with the Guardians?" "Not that I know." "Not insane, sulking or dissolved?" "No, my Lord, they are all well." "Thank god!" "As far as I know." "What do you mean?" "They are not quite so close to the Station." "Not?" "No, my Lord." "Okay, where are they?" "Australia." "What the hell are they doing in Australia?" "Executing your orders, my Lord." "I knew you would say something like that." "Oh, did you? You still manage to surprise me." "I sent them to Australia?" "So you did, my Lord." "Do I want to know why?" "No." "Something to do with my problem?" "Yes, my Lord." "Okay, I do not want to know." [pause] "So, the Evokers are dissolved, the Summoners lie in depression, the Blademasters hate me, the Engineers are sulking, the Marksmen are nuts and the Gurdians far away?" "Shit happens, my Lord!" "Who's left?" "You, me and the smelly cook, my Lord." "Great army." "That's one way of putting it." "Any other options?" "No." "What is your suggestion?" "Fight, my Lord." "Fight? Me? With weapons? Against demons?" "I'm afraid." "Doesn't sound very groovy." "If you say so." "Ok then, could you please be so kind and get my helmet?" "That one under your bed containing the flowers, my Lord?" "Yes." "Do you want me to get it with the flowers?" "You think that the flowers might be of any use out there?" "Depends." "Depends?" "Depends on how much you like Demons, 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.