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Oh, Lithuania with Broadway from the Kremlin's suffering singer.
With a three-year tour.
But they so hate and fear you hostages and debtors.
But they're friends with your creditor, not for show, of course.
Money loves the privacy of private clubs.
if they recognize the legitimacy of it, which they do.

Squid Game Season Two?
How am I supposed to retell that story
If I haven't seen it?

But the intransigent Estonians,
And American beauties with all their might,
My grandfather was in the Estonian army.
I think it was called “you don't stand a chance.”
And her grandfather was in the NKVD at the time.
Nothing's changed. Let the audience applaud.

But Vanya, they won't let you go even if you sell your last pants.
You won't even make it to the detention center, you meaningless country burrito.
You don't even know what a business jat is.
No more pants? Contract?
Did the singer sue for you internationally for noncompliance?
Is there a class action?
No?
But she's suffering as much as Vertinsky.
This is an unprecedented production success.
The nomenklatura statue of freedom will be put on a pedestal.
Vanya, you and your stack of straw, you'd better not even speak against civilization.

Ouija makes me sick with their sneaky hypocrisy all the time,
I'm thinking maybe it's some kind of disease.
Leave them alone.
Your life is over and you don't want to start a new one.
You're still a coward, admit it,
but you can cover it up by practicing whatever you want.
or watching what's going on.
But don't watch, by the way,
they're all toxic, the righteous ones the most, and nausea is toxicosis.

Thanks Ouija, no one expected such ridiculous nonsense.
I'm a coward in the most subtle, precise sense?
Yes.
You didn't start life and you didn't go on. You couldn't, you couldn't find a reason.
But you didn't want to lie either. You're still as dead as you were.
The bushi way is out of the question, isn't it?

Thank you for the conversation and the company.
I won't talk to you anymore, Ouija.
Because you seem to have the wrong respondent.
Who are you talking to, anyway? I'm fine.
This is classic insanity
every rural mental hospital in the early 19th century had a couple of Napoleons, for example.
I am who I am, no more and no less.
Exactly.
You're a coward and a liar.

What is this, another branch of the Last Judgment?
I'm not even a Christian.

Carlos, could you get these dusty mats off of me?
Some hungry spirits are thinking me.
It seems to be choking me with dust.
and I'm sneezing a lot now.
Thank you, dear ones, for your help.
All the best to you and your ancient Toltecs!
It's all right.

Ouija, I am the master of moods, have you forgotten?
Not strangled, but chopped to pieces?
What? Just sparring so you don't get too comfortable?
Take your wooden bokken, you wooden Ouija.
and bang it on your wooden head.
Go chop some air because I'm air.
Chinese tradition is the original.
We must respectfully acknowledge this.
That's why I won.
Yeah, scattering technique, you don't know anything about that.

Mood, oh that's a special English word.
So this Chinese woman believed in Christ with all her heart.
and thought that this syphilis-sick European sailor was Christ.
And then she didn't get the bad disease of purity of spirit.
And the filthy, sneaky sailor was lost somewhere.
How am I mistranslating Ouija
when I'm almost a professor of English?
It translates mood.
Carlos, we're fine. We were just kidding.
Thanks for your help. You're welcome!

Shifu, I was attacked by bad dreams again,
but I won thanks to authentic kungfu!
There will be no rewards, is no one interested?
Shifu, and who would doubt it. Thank you.

And I just can't tell you how much fun this madhouse is.

Mood is a transition technique, not a word,
we'll find another.
Ouija, sparring-- you should be warned.
Did you want to kill me? Tell me the truth.
Did you want revenge for something?
What do you mean, hold my breath?
Suddenness? All right.

I know how to take my pants off and put them back on when I need to.
I'm a master of moods.
not? Okay.
Yeah, but it's a technique detailed in the book on the Great Henarito.
Metaphor, of course.
We're metaphorical.


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