The Conclusion of the sky meeting. Please to enjoy.
Ramsès and Rufus waddling in the house of mozzarella. The legion (less some significant associates) were to have an eve in the honor and to gladden itself and to moan itself of the life of their better friend and lover, the aggro. They did not know, Aggro had a project of his swelling. Ramsès floated to the ceiling, and immediately apparent radiated a magic charm on the Legion. They have each a washing of brain immediately, and they began scanning the name of Ramsès. Potepenko floated quietude and scanned the name of his new sovereign one. Pomadoro lying on the back, also singing. The prophecy of the sky decision Ramsès and the earth and the hell soon was going to come to not at all peak. The world-wide problems puts themselves. The member to not to wash the brain was robotics Mario, for a machine cannot be bewitched. It had a project.
Published Aggro the leg of Jacques. "I am grieved of you, my dear girlfriend. I am living! I counterfeit my own death, and I have a project! "The two members kissed. "Take me to the shadow of the miniature horse Donald, for it holds the key of the preservation of the legion! The time is gasoline. "The two placements in quest of the soul.
Curse Ramsès almost was finished, it was extremely close of the stop of the Legion. It caressed his magnificent Beart and rubs the back of his under fife, Rufus.
Aggro and Jacques, Holy donald, always attached. They relaxed it. "Donald, you know what you must do. Goes to do it! "Said Aggro. Adrift left Donald to a speed Aggro had never believed possible.
Ramsès was about to to say his last magic word when suddenly something strange, enter into his body. It went counts without delay, that it was too late, it had been possessed by a ghost! The curse was withdrawn Legion. Everythign returned to the normal one. Ghost Donald forced Ramsès to attain in his coat pocket, go out his gun and pull on Mario. Robo Mario is dead instantly, Ramsès next the weapon against him and pulled, die also. The legion rejoiced. They believed Mario to be dead. There was peace.
Of his secret den, Mario looked at hollow his bullet of crystal. "A project failed." It whispered to his hibou. "That they have their peace for a day, tomorrow, we begin our project REAL." It widely smiles and put on his mask X. It had a project.
The End
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment