In effetti anche Beowulf s’incanta invidioso su di un paio di lancette che gli sembrano decisamente luuunghe.
TIC TAC
e poi, improvviso:
TOC TOC
come... d'un bussare!
“Grendel!”
“Grendel?”
*Perché non ha suonato il campanello?*
*Chiccazzo è Grendel?*
(Grendel):“Yuhuhuhuuuuh!”
Ecco gli apre la porta, ecco entra, ecco che goffo le porge un mazzettino di fiori di campo, then she put them there on the cabinet, including empty bottles of wine.
"Do you like the flowers of the field?"
"You know ... do not ever think I've got"
"Oh my gosh!" And "Gosh!"
(All three ):*** Chiccazzo is Dinc? ***
mah.
Ecco.Che you kiss on the cheeks.
* No bell. But Flowers. *
"Beowulf, Grendel is this. Grendel ... "
Here. You shake hands:
** May you die in three seconds if you're not his cousin straight .**
"Good. So, come on, sit down. Here comes the first course. "
The first course flying fast between the doubts and perplexities of the two guests, who devoured the contents malcontenuti angry glances.
** Why not told me that his cousin called?
** ** It will be his cousin?
** ** Why?
** ** I can not bear to dine without a centerpiece decent .**
"Before I serve the second, I want you to know that neither of them is my cousin. Oh dear ... Grendel, yes, but it is as if it was not. * Wow .* You were both invited because I love you both and this dinner will help me understand which of them will choose for life. Here, in a friendly meeting to determine who among you is my ideal partner. "
The second is served but no taste. Past the time that normally serves to conserve a second course, the Swamp Witch rises in the total silence of thoughts, words, works of non-omissions and serve fruit and dessert.
In the farthest point of the room in a corner, sandwiched between two walls, invisible and inaudible from our players is a man curled up: hands and knees through his hair against his chin. Shout out loud, and it constantly:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
maybe he is the deus ex machina of the story.
If the voltage is approaching unsustainable levels, but the protagonists of the story continue to survive, or rather, to exist, is perhaps the case that we set up a song of praise to God the Creator of the knives from the rounded tip.
Ma: That's another story: Among the papers found among the papers scattered in the bedroom of our random deus ex machina, we learned some shocking truths: Beowulf and Grendel are actually half-brothers and the Swamp Witch is the mother of both. The Father of Beowulf is that Siegfried has done it once. If we are honest among the papers it is clear that once fell into an underground cave where the Swamp Witch and hid Grendel, Beowulf cuts the lead of the half-brother and sinks the blade into the chest of the mother, but as I said this is another story . This ensure that it is not. [?] It is the other.
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