"Bored of the Rings" хорош ведь. Любимый момент (эльфийка в воду глядит): == At that she leaned over the surface and whispered, "Wilmot Proviso," and the water began to boil, filling the air with a light odor of beef gumbo. Then it seemed to Frito that the surface became smooth, and there appeared the picture of a man squirting something into his nose.
"Commercials," said Lavalier irritably.
In a moment the water cleared, and there came scenes of elves and dwarves dancing in the streets, wild revels in Minas Troney, happy debauches in the Sty, a large bronze statue of Sorhed being melted into tie clips, and finally Frito himself sitting on a pile of costume jewelry and smiling broadly.
"This bodes well," declared Lavalier.
Frito rubbed his eyes and pinched himself. "Then it is not all black?" he asked.
"The bath of Lavalier never lies," said the Lady sternly, and leading Frito back to the rest of the company, disappeared in a heavy haze of Jungle Rape perfume.
Frito pinched himself one last time, then stumbled into the treehouse and fell into a deep sleep.
The surface of the basin remained black for a while, then flickered and showed the triumphant reception of the S. S. _Titanic_ in New York Harbor, the repayment of the French war debt, and the inaugural ball of Harold Stassen. ==
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Date: 2002-10-20 04:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-20 05:25 am (UTC)"Тошнит от колец"
Date: 2002-10-20 08:26 am (UTC)Re: "Тошнит от колец"
Date: 2002-10-20 08:34 am (UTC)Re: "Тошнит от колец"
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Re: "Тошнит от колец"
Date: 2002-10-20 10:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-10-20 05:51 am (UTC)Любимый момент (эльфийка в воду глядит):
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At that she leaned over the surface and whispered, "Wilmot Proviso," and the water began to boil, filling the air with a light odor of beef gumbo. Then it seemed to Frito that the surface became smooth, and there appeared the picture of a man squirting something into his nose.
"Commercials," said Lavalier irritably.
In a moment the water cleared, and there came scenes of elves and dwarves dancing in the streets, wild revels in Minas Troney, happy debauches in the Sty, a large bronze statue of Sorhed being melted into tie clips, and finally Frito himself sitting on a pile of costume jewelry and smiling broadly.
"This bodes well," declared Lavalier.
Frito rubbed his eyes and pinched himself. "Then it is not all black?" he asked.
"The bath of Lavalier never lies," said the Lady sternly, and leading Frito back to the rest of the company, disappeared in a heavy haze of Jungle Rape perfume.
Frito pinched himself one last time, then stumbled into the treehouse and fell into a deep sleep.
The surface of the basin remained black for a while, then flickered and showed the triumphant reception of the S. S. _Titanic_ in New York Harbor, the repayment of the French war debt, and the inaugural ball of Harold Stassen.
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