Take-Over to Romania ! [RO/EN]
Day 509, 09:55
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Published in Romania 
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by MoonlightShadow
RO VERSION
O foarte importanta scrisoare trimisa de catre un spion Peace CG-ului a fost interceptata datorita ajutorului e-divin. Va prezint in continuare continutul ei integral.
“Spion Piss Janos, nume de cod Nevastuica, permiteti-mi sa va raportez:
Acum doua zile, dupa ce am facut rondul fabricilor de armament sa vad ce si cat produc romanii, m-am oprit intr-un parc, in jurul orelor 21:00, sperand sa agat si eu vreo bunoaca de romanca. M-am pus sub un copac si mi-am scos colile, acuarelele, pensulele, sa pictez apusul si sa-mi pastrez acoperirea mea geniala de pictor. Deodata am zarit o silueta venind dinspre est, pe care am recunoscut-o instant dupa fata cadaveric-zombiisciana, era cunoscutul dizident politic-uman-social-detoatenatiile cunoscut in tara ca Omae. Mi s-a parut ciudat ca exact in acelasi timp dinspre vest se apropria o alta silueta, da` nu mi-am dat seama cine era, caci avea un hanorac pe cap. Faptul ca la mijloc era o banca, faptul ca era pe inserat, m-a facut sa cred ca se pune ceva la cale, asa ca taras-grapis si fara zgomot m-am infiintat intr-un boschete aproape de banca, curatind in cale rahatii a aproximativ 5 caini si 3 pisici, din care 2 sigur matze de sex feminin. Cele doua siluete s-au intalnit fix in fata bancii cele retrase si se priveau suspicioase.
Omae: bah, ai arme?
Silueta: de unde draq arme, pe saracia asta am doar o prastie q1
Omae: bah, vezi ca daca misti ceva, iti iau capu` instant
Silueta: relaxeaza-te omule, suntem de aceeasi parte acum
Omae: te-ai mai gandit la oferta mea? Eu cred ca se poate
Silueta: daca ne coordonam bine, da, ii dam jos da-i draq
Omae: deci dam jos guvernu`, il impuscam pe presedinte, jefuim tara si o intindem prin Caraibe
Silueta: pe cine impuscam ma? Care presedinte, avem asa ceva ?
Omae: bah, lasa-te de prostii si nu ma lua la misto, ca te rup in doua
Silueta: dragule, glumesc si io
Omae: draga e ma-ta si drag ti-e tactu` bah, nu eu
Silueta: bine,bine.. hai sa vedem cum facem..deci impuscam presedinele..aaa..pe cine mah, care presedine?
Omae: bai moon, te ia mama draq, ma auzi?
MoonlightShadow: ho mah..deci, eu stiu casa unde se intruneste guvernul..si stiu si cand..daca intram peste ei i-am rupt..da` cu cine, ca armata nu se baga, armata e la bachus.
Omae: pai n-aveai mah tu armata ta, RTF, alea alea?
Moon: bah, tu vezi hanoracu` asta pe ochi? De ce crezi ca-l port? Nerecunoscatorii astia din RTF, in frunte cu Groovey, abia asteapta o ocazie sa ma dea jos si s-o puna pe Xtasia sefa in locul meu. Ca aia are tzatze si io n-am, vezi doamne. Asa ca nu ne putem baza pe ei.
Omae: pai si cum facem atunci, mama ei de treaba..
Moon: ne trebuie ceva puternic..letal..intram, lovim, fugim, aia cad ca mustele..dap, o arma letala ne trebuie
Omae: bah, eu am mancat niste fasole dimineata, da` nu prea stiu ce sa zic.. teoretic ar merge
Moon: esti un geniu omae ! Da` crezi ca te descurci?
Omae: bai, nu ma jigni..intru si-i mitraliez cu precizie de sniper, unu cate unu, nici n-o sa stie ce i-a lovit
Moon: bun, deci tot ce ne trebuie e fasolea..sa fie si ciorba si iahnie?
Omae: de care-o fi, numa` sa aiba cin` s-o faca !
Moon: pai ce mah, o pui pe nevasta-ta sa faca..sau n-ai nevasta?
Omae: ba am bah, da` o tin de 2 saptamani legata in beci..am pedepsit-o pt o luna, ca a ridicat tonu` la mine odata. O pui pe malika sa faca.
Moon: nu merge, cand intra in bucatarie malika intreaba “si plasma unde-i ascunsa?”..ea crede sincer ca-i sufragerie.
O batranica se apropria de banca..abia se misca, isi plimba catelul micut si pufos. Cei doi conspiratori au tacut brusc..dupa vreo 30 de secunde:
Omae: da` hai babo odata, plimba-ti sobolanul ala tuns ca un punkist mai cu spor si valea de aici
Baba: aoleo, aoleo, tineretu` din ziua de azi, cata lipsa de respect.
Moon: preascumpa doamna, respectuos va rog sa va miscati un pic mai repede si sa parasiti aceasta zona, din considerente pur personale si de intimitate, altfel va rup picioarele.
Baba si-a facut cruce si a disparut.
Moon: bah, deci dupa ce scapam de astia, ce facem..pe cine punem la loc?
Omae: pai..eu rege..tu prim ministru.. eu la bnr..tu la armata..
Moon: ne-ar mai trebui pe cineva la externe..ne-ar mai trebui si-un bufon la curte care sa ne faca sa radem
Omae: pai la externe il punem pe dsalageanu, ca sa creada toate tarile ca facem misto de ei si nu vrem sa-i bagam in seama, sa le vorbim, ca la cat de prezent e.. exact ce ne trebuie..iar bufon, ochiuletul e ideal, e amuzant si cand respira.
Moon: si cum facem, fugim cu banii imediat dupa lovitura de stat?
Omae: nu bah, intai fac anarhie in tara, debandada, declar razboi la toata lumea, dau transilvania si maramuresu` ungurilor..sa ma distrez si eu un pic, ce draq, ca d-aia sunt anarhist
Moon: mai omule, da` deja e cam anarhie in tara, nu avem presedinte, guvernul ba e ba nu e, am auzit ca unii fug cu sacii de gold, armata mai misca ea da` cam luam bataie..ce vrei mai mult?
Omae: ete scartz..anarhia niciodata nu e prea multa !
Moon: `ti-ar anarhia sa-ti fie..ma rog, pe mine Caraibe ma intereseaza..am gasit o super oferta, cumpar o vila cu 25 de camere, piscina, toate cele si primesc gratis o papusa gonflabila. Cu baterii !
Omae: hrrrr..hrrr! stai potol armasarule
Moon: bai, deci noi de fapt facem o fapta buna..si asa nimeni nu iubeste guvernul asta, si asa populatia e foarte dezamagita.
Omae: da bah..si daca tot e s-o faca cineva, s-o facem noi, si ne alegem si cu cascaval la greu
Moon: bai, chiar, mai concret, cat ne iese la afacerea asta?
Omae: sa mor daca stiu..cateva mii de gold, oricum..da` nush sigur
Un tzaca se dadea cu trotineta prin zona. Omae tipa “bai pusti, cati bani are tara in cont?”. Raspunsul a venit “vreo 200 de gold nene”. Ambele personaje au ramas inmarmurite.
Omae: sa ma beebeeepbeeep beep beep beeeepbeeep pe el de guvern si de presedinte beepbeepbeep si tot neamul lor de beepbeepbeep beep beep beep
Moon: beepbeep de tara ca nici sa ii faci take-over nu se merita beeepbeeepbeep 200 gold amarati beepbeep beep
Omae: hai draq la o bere, ca n-are sens sa ne mai agitam ca ciumpalacii..oricum e gaura in tara si ai si tu drepteatea ta.. mai multa anarhie nici eu n-as putea sa aduc.
Moon: bah, da` sper sa nu faci urat la betie
Omae: nu fac mah, nu fac..desi nu a mai apucat nimeni sa-mi povesteasca cum fac la betie
Cei doi au luat-o la pas, nu i-am mai urmarit fiindca parea evident ca au renuntat la planurile lor. Pe aceasta cale recomand incetarea operatiunii “Barbaroza” si anularea comenzii de 3000 de bilete pentru lovitura de stat in Romania. Momentan nu se merita investitia.
Piss Janos, Nevastuica
Over”
English Version. Sorry, this was written for romanians, some of the article`s meanings may lost on the way
A very, very important letter addressed by a spy to PEACE CG was intercepted with the divine help of egods. I`ll present you in the following moments the integral content of it.
“Spy Piss Janos, codename Weasel, here is my report:
Two days ago, after I had finished spying all weapons factory to see what and how much Romanians produce, I stopped in a park around 21:00, hoping i`ll introduce myself to some sexy-looking Romanian girl. I laid under a tree and took my sheets, water color and brush willing to paint the sunset and hence keep my genius undercover of being a humble “painter”. All of a sudden I saw in the distance a silhouette approaching from west, which I recognized easily by his zombie face. It was Omae, a well known politic, socially, you name it, factious. In the same time another silhouette had been approaching and I could see that both shadows were heading toward a bench, somewhere in the middle. Because that seemed suspicious I crawled to a bush near that bench, cleaning in my way 5 dogs poo and 3 cats poo, out of which at least were matzas, female sex.
Silhouettes met in front of the bench, looking one to another with great suspiciousness.
Omae: you have guns?
Silhouette: from where the hell, in this crisis I only have a q1 stick.
Omae: bro, don`t you lie, if you move, you`re dead.
Silhouette: relax, we`re on the same side now.
Omae: have you reconsidered my offer? I think it`s possible.
Silhouette: if we synchronize, yeah, we may succeed.
Omae: so, we kick the government, we gun the president, plunder the country then we fly to Caraibe.
Silhouette: who the hell we shot? President? We have something like that?
Omae: bro, stop the crap and don`t make fun of me
Silhouette: my dear, i`m just kidding
Omae: “dear” is your mother, and dear is your father, not me !
Silhouette: ok, ok..so..we shoot the president..aa? who? We have a president in this country?
Omae: moon, you`re playing with fire !
MoonlightShadow: ok, ok..so, I do know where the government meets. And I also know when. We enter, we kill `em all, we leave. But with who`s help? Army is listening to Bachus.
Omae: well, I thought you have your own army, RTF, things, you are cool.
Moon: bro, do you see this anorak over my eyes? I`m hiding ! Those ingrate soldiers from RTF wait just for an opportunity to kick me off the boss chair, and put Xtasia in my place. She`s got boobs and I don`t, you see.
Omae: well, what do we do then?
Moon: man, we need something strong..lethal..we enter, we hit, they die, we leave.
Omae: well, I ate some whipped beans, but I don`t know..
Moon: Omae, you`re a genious ! But you think you can handle them?
Omae: don`t insult me..i`ll shot them with sniper precision, they` will never know what killed them !
Moon: that`s good, so all we need is bean…you prefer whipped beans, soup?
Omae: doesn`t matter, as long as someone cooks it.
Moon: bro, you put your wife to do it? Or you`re not married?
Omae: I am married, but for two weeks my wife is affixed in the basement. She dared to answer me and pitch her voice, once, she`s punished for a month. You put malika to cook it .
Moon: it`s not working. When she enters the kitchen, she asks “and where`s the plasma hidden?”. Malika sincerely thinks that kitchen it`s the living room.
An elder woman was approaching the bench..she was moving really, really slowly, walking her small, little, puffy dog. Both conspirators shuts, waiting the woman to leave..after 30 seconds:
Omae: c`mon you hag, move faster, get lost with your rat clipped like a punker.
Old Woman: my gosh, my gosh, today`s young, such disrespect.
Moon: my dear lady, respectfully I ask you to move a little bit faster and leave this area, due to intimacy and privacy needs, otherwise i`ll brake your legs.
Old Woman made a Croix and ran away.
Moon: bro, so, after we wipe them out, what do we do..how we`ll rule the country?
Omae: simple, I king, you prime-minister, I have National Bank, you`ll rule the army.
Moon: and how we`ll do it, after the take-over we ran with the money?
Omae: no, first i`ll bring anarchy in the country, I declare war to everybody, I give Transylvania and Maramures to Hungarians, i`ll have some fun, what the hell, that`s why i`m Anarchist Party`s President.
Moon: man, there`s already enough anarchy in the country, our presidents it`s kinda absent, the government today it is tomorrow`s not, I heard rumors that some smart guys ran with bags full of hundreds of golds..what else could an anarchist wish for?
Omae: I don`t care, anarchy it`s never too much!
Moon: whatever, I don`t care `bout your fking anarchy, all I care is the Caraibe. I received a great deal, I buy a 25 rooms villa with pool, heliport, everything, and I receive an inflatable woman. With batteries !
Omae: hrrr hrrr, calm down, you dangerous steed, as you were!
Moon: as a matter of facts, actually we do a good thing by taking over the power..everybody hates this government, right?
Omae: of course..and if one must do it, why wouldn`t be us doing it, and also get our pockets full of gold?
Moon: yeah, about that..how much gold we`ll get after this business?
Omae: I really don`t know..several thousands of gold, anyway.
A little kid was playing on a distance field..Omae shouted “kid, how much gold have the country right now?” He was answered “about 200 gold uncle”. Both conspirators froze for ten seconds.
Omae: beebpeebeb king guvernement beebbeeep and fu beepbeep king president beep beep
Moon: beeebpbeep king countru beepbeep for a fu beepbeepbeep king 200 gold beepbeep the take-over mission it`s a fu beepbeepbeep beep king waste of time beep beep beep beep
The two men left the area and I didn`t followed them because it was clear they have given up the plans for take-over Romania. Given this new information, I recommend the immediate shut down of the “Barbaroza” Plan and also canceling the 3000 tickets order we signed a week ago.
Spy Janos Piss,
Weasel,
Over.”
O foarte importanta scrisoare trimisa de catre un spion Peace CG-ului a fost interceptata datorita ajutorului e-divin. Va prezint in continuare continutul ei integral.
“Spion Piss Janos, nume de cod Nevastuica, permiteti-mi sa va raportez:
Acum doua zile, dupa ce am facut rondul fabricilor de armament sa vad ce si cat produc romanii, m-am oprit intr-un parc, in jurul orelor 21:00, sperand sa agat si eu vreo bunoaca de romanca. M-am pus sub un copac si mi-am scos colile, acuarelele, pensulele, sa pictez apusul si sa-mi pastrez acoperirea mea geniala de pictor. Deodata am zarit o silueta venind dinspre est, pe care am recunoscut-o instant dupa fata cadaveric-zombiisciana, era cunoscutul dizident politic-uman-social-detoatenatiile cunoscut in tara ca Omae. Mi s-a parut ciudat ca exact in acelasi timp dinspre vest se apropria o alta silueta, da` nu mi-am dat seama cine era, caci avea un hanorac pe cap. Faptul ca la mijloc era o banca, faptul ca era pe inserat, m-a facut sa cred ca se pune ceva la cale, asa ca taras-grapis si fara zgomot m-am infiintat intr-un boschete aproape de banca, curatind in cale rahatii a aproximativ 5 caini si 3 pisici, din care 2 sigur matze de sex feminin. Cele doua siluete s-au intalnit fix in fata bancii cele retrase si se priveau suspicioase.
Omae: bah, ai arme?
Silueta: de unde draq arme, pe saracia asta am doar o prastie q1
Omae: bah, vezi ca daca misti ceva, iti iau capu` instant
Silueta: relaxeaza-te omule, suntem de aceeasi parte acum
Omae: te-ai mai gandit la oferta mea? Eu cred ca se poate
Silueta: daca ne coordonam bine, da, ii dam jos da-i draq
Omae: deci dam jos guvernu`, il impuscam pe presedinte, jefuim tara si o intindem prin Caraibe
Silueta: pe cine impuscam ma? Care presedinte, avem asa ceva ?
Omae: bah, lasa-te de prostii si nu ma lua la misto, ca te rup in doua
Silueta: dragule, glumesc si io
Omae: draga e ma-ta si drag ti-e tactu` bah, nu eu
Silueta: bine,bine.. hai sa vedem cum facem..deci impuscam presedinele..aaa..pe cine mah, care presedine?
Omae: bai moon, te ia mama draq, ma auzi?
MoonlightShadow: ho mah..deci, eu stiu casa unde se intruneste guvernul..si stiu si cand..daca intram peste ei i-am rupt..da` cu cine, ca armata nu se baga, armata e la bachus.
Omae: pai n-aveai mah tu armata ta, RTF, alea alea?
Moon: bah, tu vezi hanoracu` asta pe ochi? De ce crezi ca-l port? Nerecunoscatorii astia din RTF, in frunte cu Groovey, abia asteapta o ocazie sa ma dea jos si s-o puna pe Xtasia sefa in locul meu. Ca aia are tzatze si io n-am, vezi doamne. Asa ca nu ne putem baza pe ei.
Omae: pai si cum facem atunci, mama ei de treaba..
Moon: ne trebuie ceva puternic..letal..intram, lovim, fugim, aia cad ca mustele..dap, o arma letala ne trebuie
Omae: bah, eu am mancat niste fasole dimineata, da` nu prea stiu ce sa zic.. teoretic ar merge
Moon: esti un geniu omae ! Da` crezi ca te descurci?
Omae: bai, nu ma jigni..intru si-i mitraliez cu precizie de sniper, unu cate unu, nici n-o sa stie ce i-a lovit
Moon: bun, deci tot ce ne trebuie e fasolea..sa fie si ciorba si iahnie?
Omae: de care-o fi, numa` sa aiba cin` s-o faca !
Moon: pai ce mah, o pui pe nevasta-ta sa faca..sau n-ai nevasta?
Omae: ba am bah, da` o tin de 2 saptamani legata in beci..am pedepsit-o pt o luna, ca a ridicat tonu` la mine odata. O pui pe malika sa faca.
Moon: nu merge, cand intra in bucatarie malika intreaba “si plasma unde-i ascunsa?”..ea crede sincer ca-i sufragerie.
O batranica se apropria de banca..abia se misca, isi plimba catelul micut si pufos. Cei doi conspiratori au tacut brusc..dupa vreo 30 de secunde:
Omae: da` hai babo odata, plimba-ti sobolanul ala tuns ca un punkist mai cu spor si valea de aici
Baba: aoleo, aoleo, tineretu` din ziua de azi, cata lipsa de respect.
Moon: preascumpa doamna, respectuos va rog sa va miscati un pic mai repede si sa parasiti aceasta zona, din considerente pur personale si de intimitate, altfel va rup picioarele.
Baba si-a facut cruce si a disparut.
Moon: bah, deci dupa ce scapam de astia, ce facem..pe cine punem la loc?
Omae: pai..eu rege..tu prim ministru.. eu la bnr..tu la armata..
Moon: ne-ar mai trebui pe cineva la externe..ne-ar mai trebui si-un bufon la curte care sa ne faca sa radem
Omae: pai la externe il punem pe dsalageanu, ca sa creada toate tarile ca facem misto de ei si nu vrem sa-i bagam in seama, sa le vorbim, ca la cat de prezent e.. exact ce ne trebuie..iar bufon, ochiuletul e ideal, e amuzant si cand respira.
Moon: si cum facem, fugim cu banii imediat dupa lovitura de stat?
Omae: nu bah, intai fac anarhie in tara, debandada, declar razboi la toata lumea, dau transilvania si maramuresu` ungurilor..sa ma distrez si eu un pic, ce draq, ca d-aia sunt anarhist
Moon: mai omule, da` deja e cam anarhie in tara, nu avem presedinte, guvernul ba e ba nu e, am auzit ca unii fug cu sacii de gold, armata mai misca ea da` cam luam bataie..ce vrei mai mult?
Omae: ete scartz..anarhia niciodata nu e prea multa !
Moon: `ti-ar anarhia sa-ti fie..ma rog, pe mine Caraibe ma intereseaza..am gasit o super oferta, cumpar o vila cu 25 de camere, piscina, toate cele si primesc gratis o papusa gonflabila. Cu baterii !
Omae: hrrrr..hrrr! stai potol armasarule
Moon: bai, deci noi de fapt facem o fapta buna..si asa nimeni nu iubeste guvernul asta, si asa populatia e foarte dezamagita.
Omae: da bah..si daca tot e s-o faca cineva, s-o facem noi, si ne alegem si cu cascaval la greu
Moon: bai, chiar, mai concret, cat ne iese la afacerea asta?
Omae: sa mor daca stiu..cateva mii de gold, oricum..da` nush sigur
Un tzaca se dadea cu trotineta prin zona. Omae tipa “bai pusti, cati bani are tara in cont?”. Raspunsul a venit “vreo 200 de gold nene”. Ambele personaje au ramas inmarmurite.
Omae: sa ma beebeeepbeeep beep beep beeeepbeeep pe el de guvern si de presedinte beepbeepbeep si tot neamul lor de beepbeepbeep beep beep beep
Moon: beepbeep de tara ca nici sa ii faci take-over nu se merita beeepbeeepbeep 200 gold amarati beepbeep beep
Omae: hai draq la o bere, ca n-are sens sa ne mai agitam ca ciumpalacii..oricum e gaura in tara si ai si tu drepteatea ta.. mai multa anarhie nici eu n-as putea sa aduc.
Moon: bah, da` sper sa nu faci urat la betie
Omae: nu fac mah, nu fac..desi nu a mai apucat nimeni sa-mi povesteasca cum fac la betie
Cei doi au luat-o la pas, nu i-am mai urmarit fiindca parea evident ca au renuntat la planurile lor. Pe aceasta cale recomand incetarea operatiunii “Barbaroza” si anularea comenzii de 3000 de bilete pentru lovitura de stat in Romania. Momentan nu se merita investitia.
Piss Janos, Nevastuica
Over”
English Version. Sorry, this was written for romanians, some of the article`s meanings may lost on the way
A very, very important letter addressed by a spy to PEACE CG was intercepted with the divine help of egods. I`ll present you in the following moments the integral content of it.
“Spy Piss Janos, codename Weasel, here is my report:
Two days ago, after I had finished spying all weapons factory to see what and how much Romanians produce, I stopped in a park around 21:00, hoping i`ll introduce myself to some sexy-looking Romanian girl. I laid under a tree and took my sheets, water color and brush willing to paint the sunset and hence keep my genius undercover of being a humble “painter”. All of a sudden I saw in the distance a silhouette approaching from west, which I recognized easily by his zombie face. It was Omae, a well known politic, socially, you name it, factious. In the same time another silhouette had been approaching and I could see that both shadows were heading toward a bench, somewhere in the middle. Because that seemed suspicious I crawled to a bush near that bench, cleaning in my way 5 dogs poo and 3 cats poo, out of which at least were matzas, female sex.
Silhouettes met in front of the bench, looking one to another with great suspiciousness.
Omae: you have guns?
Silhouette: from where the hell, in this crisis I only have a q1 stick.
Omae: bro, don`t you lie, if you move, you`re dead.
Silhouette: relax, we`re on the same side now.
Omae: have you reconsidered my offer? I think it`s possible.
Silhouette: if we synchronize, yeah, we may succeed.
Omae: so, we kick the government, we gun the president, plunder the country then we fly to Caraibe.
Silhouette: who the hell we shot? President? We have something like that?
Omae: bro, stop the crap and don`t make fun of me
Silhouette: my dear, i`m just kidding
Omae: “dear” is your mother, and dear is your father, not me !
Silhouette: ok, ok..so..we shoot the president..aa? who? We have a president in this country?
Omae: moon, you`re playing with fire !
MoonlightShadow: ok, ok..so, I do know where the government meets. And I also know when. We enter, we kill `em all, we leave. But with who`s help? Army is listening to Bachus.
Omae: well, I thought you have your own army, RTF, things, you are cool.
Moon: bro, do you see this anorak over my eyes? I`m hiding ! Those ingrate soldiers from RTF wait just for an opportunity to kick me off the boss chair, and put Xtasia in my place. She`s got boobs and I don`t, you see.
Omae: well, what do we do then?
Moon: man, we need something strong..lethal..we enter, we hit, they die, we leave.
Omae: well, I ate some whipped beans, but I don`t know..
Moon: Omae, you`re a genious ! But you think you can handle them?
Omae: don`t insult me..i`ll shot them with sniper precision, they` will never know what killed them !
Moon: that`s good, so all we need is bean…you prefer whipped beans, soup?
Omae: doesn`t matter, as long as someone cooks it.
Moon: bro, you put your wife to do it? Or you`re not married?
Omae: I am married, but for two weeks my wife is affixed in the basement. She dared to answer me and pitch her voice, once, she`s punished for a month. You put malika to cook it .
Moon: it`s not working. When she enters the kitchen, she asks “and where`s the plasma hidden?”. Malika sincerely thinks that kitchen it`s the living room.
An elder woman was approaching the bench..she was moving really, really slowly, walking her small, little, puffy dog. Both conspirators shuts, waiting the woman to leave..after 30 seconds:
Omae: c`mon you hag, move faster, get lost with your rat clipped like a punker.
Old Woman: my gosh, my gosh, today`s young, such disrespect.
Moon: my dear lady, respectfully I ask you to move a little bit faster and leave this area, due to intimacy and privacy needs, otherwise i`ll brake your legs.
Old Woman made a Croix and ran away.
Moon: bro, so, after we wipe them out, what do we do..how we`ll rule the country?
Omae: simple, I king, you prime-minister, I have National Bank, you`ll rule the army.
Moon: and how we`ll do it, after the take-over we ran with the money?
Omae: no, first i`ll bring anarchy in the country, I declare war to everybody, I give Transylvania and Maramures to Hungarians, i`ll have some fun, what the hell, that`s why i`m Anarchist Party`s President.
Moon: man, there`s already enough anarchy in the country, our presidents it`s kinda absent, the government today it is tomorrow`s not, I heard rumors that some smart guys ran with bags full of hundreds of golds..what else could an anarchist wish for?
Omae: I don`t care, anarchy it`s never too much!
Moon: whatever, I don`t care `bout your fking anarchy, all I care is the Caraibe. I received a great deal, I buy a 25 rooms villa with pool, heliport, everything, and I receive an inflatable woman. With batteries !
Omae: hrrr hrrr, calm down, you dangerous steed, as you were!
Moon: as a matter of facts, actually we do a good thing by taking over the power..everybody hates this government, right?
Omae: of course..and if one must do it, why wouldn`t be us doing it, and also get our pockets full of gold?
Moon: yeah, about that..how much gold we`ll get after this business?
Omae: I really don`t know..several thousands of gold, anyway.
A little kid was playing on a distance field..Omae shouted “kid, how much gold have the country right now?” He was answered “about 200 gold uncle”. Both conspirators froze for ten seconds.
Omae: beebpeebeb king guvernement beebbeeep and fu beepbeep king president beep beep
Moon: beeebpbeep king countru beepbeep for a fu beepbeepbeep king 200 gold beepbeep the take-over mission it`s a fu beepbeepbeep beep king waste of time beep beep beep beep
The two men left the area and I didn`t followed them because it was clear they have given up the plans for take-over Romania. Given this new information, I recommend the immediate shut down of the “Barbaroza” Plan and also canceling the 3000 tickets order we signed a week ago.
Spy Janos Piss,
Weasel,
Over.”
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Ahahahahahahah
lol... votat 🙂
one point .
Sa inteleg ca Omae asta e de-a dreptul cruce de mormant.Sper ca astazi sa-si mai ia un ban.Asa cadou din partea mea de Pasti.
Trist dar adevarat 😁 nimeni nu face TO in tari sarace, doar ungurii
😁))))))))))))
votat.
o scrisoare pierduta... de malika ela 😁
jenibil
@humulus
Chill, mai fa o poezioara de-aia de-a ta. Mai o oda, un imn, trece vremea. 😃
chiar ce se mai aude cu concursul ala de ePoeti? 🙂
tare.... votat! nasol e ca nu mai pot da subscribe...Why e-god?, why?
Foarte hazliu. Extraordinar de hazliu. AI merita dublu subscribe pentru articolul acesta, dar nu se poate. 😁)))
Moone frate, m-ai spart !
Nu am mai ras asa de cand , beat fiind, imi reciteam pamfletele ! [joke]
Beton pamfletul, nu mai conteaza restul !
VOTAT !!
Omae, cu 2 maini !
votat si de aici !
tu vezi ce faci cu fasolea aia..ca nu se stie niciodata 😃
"Nerecunoscatorii astia din RTF, in frunte cu Groovey, abia asteapta o ocazie sa ma dea jos si s-o puna pe Xtasia sefa in locul meu. Ca aia are tzatze si io n-am, vezi doamne."
YOU MADE MY DAY....Fk** FUNNY 😁 🙂)
😁
Concursul cu ePoeti...mda...am vazut multe talente dar niciunul nu se incumeta🙂
foarte tare...felicitari..😃
Genial!😁
te astept la Anarhisti !
acum vad ca ai talent cu adevarat !
daca am recitit pamfletul .. e clar ca imi place !
Omae
epix 😃
Da Ysuol, din nevoie si motive politice ati furat bani din Norvegia si le-ati distrus economia. 😁 good job dar totusi... ce-a zis matza la arici?
bravo ,deja sint un fan al tau ,cum iti vad numele intai votez apoi citesc 🙂
foarte tare
Moon, Omae-riti. Medalia de Media Mogul.
Ia bagati subscribe aici sa mai aducem 5 gold in tara. 😛
Votat.
@Moon 😃 Ti-e frica a ?😁
Poti sa te mai rasfeti putin pe canapeaua aia confortabila din biroul RTF, am vorbit cu gashca de RTF-isti si le-am zis ca amanam putin revolutia, o sa discutam mai multe la urmatoarea intalnire eRepublik eventual cand o sa incepi vreo discutie interminabila cu belea2008(asta ca sa fim siguri ca nu o sa auzi planurile noastre secrete).
Bine ca ai inteles ca ai umor.Ramai la el doar!
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Genial. Oare de ce nu scrie nimeni astfel de articole IRL?? As lua ziarul numai pt acest tip de articol
Genial ! 😁 Ador povestiile astea !
bestial
Voted 😁
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uaua
marfa...
votat, evident
braavo....nevastuica terminat...🙂
🙂)))))) foarte tare frate! keep up the good work! 😃
food q1 1.7 ron. prv me!
beton!!!!
cool.
Prea tare . Ca de obicei.
Scrie o carte 😉 you`ve got skill
faza.1 : citit numele articolului (hmmmm TO asupra eROmanicai :-?)
faza 2 : vazut autorul ..(vedem mai departe...)
Faza 3 : votat instant....( autorul 😉)
Faza 4 : citit si relaxat pe parcurs articolul )
@admini- de ce nu se poate vota de mai multe ori un articol ?
Frumos...
ca de obicei...super amuzant 🙂
interesant
moarte tradatorilor de tara.
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