I now will present you with a story of my past while I await for the members of the Foreign Legion to reply for me. (Why do you take so many time, the legion?). This is a history on how I, mister of Mario Rigatoni, became all greeted and celebrated demon of the evil. Please done you pleasure enjoy my story!
Mario was afraid. Nervous. Worried. Very worrisome yet excited, mentally, physically. He had a meeting, programmed for three the afternoon. This was not any ordinary meeting. This was not a meeting of peace. Mario was the only member of the foreign legion to this meeting. It was a meeting with a man more powerful and intelligent arguably than Mario himself.
Mario had a meeting with the Demon.
Mario was summoned by the demon. "Hello Doctor Mario." The Demon said. "That was years since that we saw ourselves. I did not meet with you since that you delivered me the soul of Fashilo in exchange for its big mechanical construction." Mario did not speak. It took the hand of the Demon and kissed it with his beautiful lips. Mario bowed to the Evil.
Mario spoke. "Demon. I am in honor of your presence. Before we begin our matters, I brought you a present." Mario opened the purse. Purse of canvas it pulled a bottle of red wine. The brand: "Wine of doctor Mario Rigatoni". The saliva fell drop by drop from the mouth of the Demon. "First, we drink!" Mario poured 2 gigantic glasses.
"The acclamations to the Evil." The two beautiful beings said, in their good day habitual. The Demon drank the entire glass. Mario smiled. The Demon felt bothered. It felt trembling. "Sleep inducing wine?" Mario said, smiling ear to the ear. "Not". It laughed. "The death inducing wine. Good-bye, the father." The Demon had been fooled by great Mario. The big project of Mario was complete. Mario was now the demon. "The beautiful project." Demon Mario said.
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