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Well so.
We don't waste energy and do not accelerate at idle.
Everything I'm saying sounds terrible.
You can get used to it, I guess, and not be surprised.
As long as you're energetic, you're desirable.
And if you are not, you are not, and you have no allies; indeed, you have no enemies.
(You can argue with the last statement.)
Sophisms are also a waste of energy.
That's what it's like to wander in a fog of words.

Well, vampires are energy vampires, and their only passion
to replenish their powers at the expense of yours.
Oh, yeah, they're the friendliest, most outgoing people-- extroverts.
They eat up socializing and can't stand solitude.
Understanding the world through other people, yeah.
They keep their secrets carefully hidden,
that they have a low battery
and a small reservoir that can't be replenished.
(Disposable devices.
This lighter is not refillable.
No, mine's gasoline, I'm conservative, I've had it since the Yucatan.)
(yes.no, I haven't been there for the last hundred years.)
They'll exhaust you completely and move on.
Tell them you can get energy from the trees
and they'll go to the woods like they're going to a restaurant.

Yeah by the way,
I once tried to protect a large tree from such an attack,
Just sitting down with his back leaning on him,
and opposite me there was an old lady,
with the intention of recharging from this tree.
What? It seemed to me that saliva was dripping from her mouth.
Probably it seemed.
My self-confident grin was, as always, completely inappropriate.
This scene in which nothing happened
lasted no more than five minutes.
but I almost died then.
And yes, their hunger is terrible.
she was not interested in the exchange, she did not ask permission,
she wanted all the powers of this tree.
Granny didn’t seem to understand what happened.
But the tree will not wither, we repelled this attack with him - good job.
It’s true that I was sick for three days afterwards.

That's not what I wanted to talk about.
Taking, eating energy, maniacs.
Did you know you can talk to trees?
and they'll always answer.
Can you hear their answer?
Voodoo? Well, no, we don't know how to make dolls.
But I'll tell you what atelier you can go to:
Macbeth, the storm in the ocean will sink the ships,
He threw a toad into the pot where the potion was brewing.
Macbeth, your destiny is to be king.
It's coming!

What is it? Are you here to order the sewing of your enemies' dolls?
A big batch?
Well, wait a minute, you see, the mystery's in full swing,
You're not supposed to brew a witch's potion for more than ten minutes.
Hurry up, we've got a big voodoo order.
We forgot the text.
Well then in chorus: Macbeth you are the king,
even though the king is alive and well.
You'd think that would be too hard a puzzle.
Solve it at home, Macbeth.
If you can't figure it out,
you can ask your clever wife
for advice.
You buggers, you did overcook the potion.
Why did you boil my sock?