And what it's like to feel like food... But decent people always want to eat the bastards, but instead of a feast it is only food for thought about the bone in the throat! However, not everything is so gloomy, even laughter involuntarily breaks out. The leader of the world proletariat sees everything at once with his chitinous shell. The moment Lenin was in a kind of curiosity, in the form of a transparent of the slope and at the same time the water lilies, the car. And not a defenceless Mimosa in his hand, the hologram is breaking out options: Hyperplan - 29, weapons: megakaryocyte emitters or four pieces and two magazinnaya guns (the power of the second volley 370 megatons, or 25 thousand atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima) and one kinesigenic beamer. Wow, date a decent weapon! - with admiration the thought of Vladimir Ilyich, though they could not in principle know and see the effect of a bomb "the Kid". Chief-sandwich-boy, was she:
- Archaic, however!
And the spectacle was, indeed zalyubueshsya: faces are endless, but its apparent tangible and finite sphere like a gigantic fluttered with vague shapes, but all colors and shades of the rainbow ghosts. Then it became more weird, from lush black velvet of space, floated the whimsical contours of the starships. The largest of them was a mix of a dump truck and an eagle! Only feathers glittered all colors of the rainbow, wheels type strewn with poppy seeds and strawberries like cooked on culinary bake cheesecakes. Lenin with smile sang:
- For the revolution suffer, imagining me the tale - dope darkness! I will pray; God grant the commune is steeper than the garden of Paradise! So the cap became bright!
Vladimir Ilyich kind of stunned, I guess, this is delirium tremens; the space ship in the form of an eagle and a truck with strawberries it's not even cool, and archicree.
Hyperplane-29, six striking trunks and a barrel-less emitter( this is something like a hybrid of a Trident and an antenna) . And you're the former leader of the world proletariat sandwich with scratchy feet. If you add to it and fanciful stars...
Lenin rubbed his thin hand on the transparent surface that looked like a frosty pattern, giggled:
- I'm not telling you to choke! From laughter can be to die! Skewed in ecstasy faces, from hell rushing, bear!
Starships with a crew of sandwich really was frightening and ridiculous at the same time. Different cars, cars future futuristic artsy mixed with birds, and earth and obviously of alien origin. Such are the technetronic-biological hybrids: one is funny. From them erupted peculiar waves, it seemed that the surface of the vacuum loosened, and foamed, if you can hold such an allegory.
Well, and commanded all this Armada chop steak. So juicy and individual, that it flowed vegetable fat, garnish the berries and then change colour. The limbs of the delicacy moved in such a way that it seemed to perform an Indian dance. Vladimir Ilyich in the new body perceives everything quickly and immediately. With the help of a kind, using cherry blotches telepathic panorama.
And the commander of the steak is not simple, densely Packed with raisins, which makes it especially smart. And he has a military rank. On the hologram of the on-Board computer flashed the inscription: the name of the commander - Choke-ka-Marshal Boo-Boo. Ariplane!
Lenin remarked ironically: Argyrodite title for eatables. As it sometimes happens in the wrong worlds. Instead of a good appetite - choke!
Boo-Boo threshing legs in the air and hysterically roars:
- Ultra-battleships baked on the latest recipes?
Chew-Marshal Biff-Biff in the form of chocolate with nuts meatballs responds with a ringing female voice:
- They cooked these cooks, when the crowbar is just a superweapon! Megaderma bomb, against this background, the snail against a Cheetah!
Choke-ka-Marshal changing the tone, subtly, on the contrary much thicker, swaying, tittering:
- We are meat eaters the highest coolest of the coolest nation. And no sladkopojna we are not opponents! Especially if to dissolve in the multi-orgasmen ecstasy.
In time with the words this, that cloying mouth-watering warrior, a few escaped ahead of the rest, avant-garde vehicle came under turbulent flow, smashing magenergy, and half-dead machine flattened, forcing burn as doused with Cologne blotter. But this did not bother the warrior-generals.
BIF-BIF rock on the belly pearly teeth and sending a glare of sunbeams, offered:
- You need to send in the vanguard frigates? They will be very prikolnoy combination pliers ten-claw!
Boo-Boo howled, his thin fingers ran over the scanner.:
- Build a pin! Call the sweet crush!
The frigates were in the form of hybrid cars and Orioles. Such, here is in this universe graceful starships. Several tens of thousands of such ships huddled in the center, a little ahead of the entire Armada and moved in a kind of spiral. It was like a giant boa consisting of many threatening parts. And maybe twist the rod having a composite particle made of atoms - combat ships.
Here, for example, the beauty of the beauty of the frigate cutlets Alabaster a kind of Baroness, meat stuffed with cloves and tank eggs ( this is when the belly of the fish is not round eggs, and a lot of tanks of a variety of colors and designs!). She recently did a successful transaction is laid in the multi-Lombard planet she doesn't belong. These are the things to throw in Hyperintense. In this all transactions take place in a special multicines space, and there is true freedom, and freedom comes naked!
Now the Baroness wants to fight. Though on the other hand with her money is not ekzaltatsija to hyperpolarize.
Dancing polka Marshal Beef-beef in touch:
- Where cloying sickeningly opponent?
- In vacuum Swaziland! - Provisal delicious Baroness. It will be soon inesquecivel Mago-mondavoshki.
Lenin inside his space Hyperplane, feels familiar like a Cossack on a horse, like a couple hours he was not dying paralytic. Each foot finds its magasiner, driving a strange car. In my head POPs up information: graphicidentity, neutralize rest mass, so it cratoneuron fighter has no inertia. Wow! Not conceivable for his time with plywood biplanes maneuverability.
Lenin throws his Hyperplan in the side. One! The store lights went out. However, you're making a maneuver, against which the loop of Nestor, like the Hippo dancing tango, and not even feel the movements like barsthere in the cafeteria.
But no dozing. That's like a black velvet carpet of space burnt the corners of starships. The adversary broke out of the star abyss. However, the lights are still fruits and animals. Starships of the enemy, is also a hybrid of conventional propeller planes and mammals of all kinds. How beautiful and ridiculous!
BIF-BIF ringing tone quipped:
Like a beggar with a purse!
Boo-Boo added to as wedged, maintaining a sparkling tone:
- No laws!
BIF-BIF slammed, blowing oily bubbles, wonky rhyme:
- Boy smells like crazy!
Almost immediately, the missiles were met with powerful detonating radiation. Most of them rushed straight into space, spewing the energy of billions of Hiroshima. Clown faces in the form of super-bright became much more throwing out dazzling languages. Some of the most successful, yet arrived to starships, hitting the cruiser sladkopojna. The car in the shape of a German Yu-188, and a Cheetah, sprinkled. Despite the seeming comicality of rockets that didn't look like Christmas decorations, the battle was real. Lenin thought he heard the screams of tens of thousands of melted and vaporized candies and candies. Horror, a sense of in space souls pain, each individual personality. Stupid is the one who thinks that candy is not able to feel, to dream. Every personality is also a universe: though small, but unique in its individuality!
In space blossomed lush deadly flower, and in all directions scattered flaming fragments. His one rocket crushed in Princeps-plasma vortex frigate. A burning stream of vaporized partitions, corridors, cabins along with delicious chocolates.
Lenin with the philosophy of foxes, noticed:
- Not bad when the food runs out, and it is bad when the food talks!
Sweet-eaters put in response, already several million rockets. It was like a fall of hailstones, only the hailstones exploded very brightly, though in a flash in the form of reflections of flowers in a crooked mirror. Comparison with fireworks too pathetic and not expressive.
Give-give command:
- Hurry up and pick up the pace! Total convergence!
One of the ultra-battleships was seriously damaged. From a hole the size of a lunar crater that had disappeared in the hull, flaming air was ejected, burning in a vacuum: it resembled the eruption of lava of a thousand volcanoes of Krakatoa. It's just a show of fire. And along the corridors ran burgers, sausages, sausages, sandwiches. What frightened the similarity of the faces are skewed, who was not agile enough just burn.
And burned in a frying pan cutlet is not the most pleasant sight.
The Baroness Alabaster rubbed her paw baked crust of his lover, the page of the Magician-Bush:
- Well, that my appetizing a boy? It seems the show has begun!
Dust leaping sung:
- The show has begun - hands together, legs apart! Moisten all sortite - baking live!
The frigate jolted, jerked the rocket flows hyperplastic particles, licked, deadly tongue body. The wing of the Oriole vibrated like a guitar string.
The Baroness threw gum in your mouth from manure crocodile dandelion, extremely fragrant, and its refreshing:
- What same without shake there is no movement, without death evolution!
MAG-Bush burst into a Nightingale:
- Evolution is what happens in adult movies! But in Hell, too, no, know candy, there burns a fierce Tuffet!
The tip of the meat eaters go deeper into the belly of the Armada of sweet eaters. In this case, it was like trying to drill a convex lens from many millions of starships. Only sparks fell...
As convergence: the exchange of blows became harder and harder, in the course went already and cinecurve kinesiologie cannon emitters. The principle of their action as did the Leaders of the world proletariat negovanovic, with transfer constants finishing spray interaction thermomolecular or simply magomarcelo synthesis, a corny electromagnetic striking effect. Such very frequent impulses, annihilation shells without mass: consisting of a continuous combined energy.
Here's frigates entered inescarable contact: as seen from the pulse spread of a rotating tower on the wings. Torn in half cutlet moaned hysterically, and her friend's sausage was burned by a third and scattering crystal tears, howling:
I'm miserable! Disabled! My meat, from the cow hurts!
Slightly singed sausage tried to console:
- There would be bones, and meat, itself will increase!
Nipple howled even harder:
- Now even ketchup won't help me have kids?
Meatlug pulling out of the pierced flesh antenna and flicking chunks of sauce with flavorful fatty gravy, and smiled:
- Yes that would still increase the population!