SOVIET MUTANTS. Funny fantasy. СтаВл Зосимов Премудрословски

you are. Do you have a problem with internal time? Here I have it, as people have it evenly and clearly. And you have turpentine in the pope, then constipation. In general, I am a bird, not a reptile. I need to fly, soar. I have developed and powerful wings … – he raised his limbs and looked around them. Sadness confused him and he sighed at the beginning. – Uh… there would be feathers, the tail will arrive. Here is the last time I ran better, but not the last. Radiation is then restored, but energy is not. Yes, it’s interesting that you will again wrap yourself in a ram’s horn, my wings or legs, tonight?

      – — In the ring. – Casulia held out and in a jump extended her legs into twine. Only she understood him. And for the rest, his speech seemed fast, as if at speed and squeaky, as if helium had breathed…

      – -At lunch? Maybe you can also have lunch and a firefox, first breakfast, second, and five dinners?.. – Stasyan was indignant. – the skull does not crack, huh? You, Chmoriko, – and Stasyan yanked at Cherevich’s leg-bone, which also came off and hung slowly moving in the air in the middle of its slow jump. He, however, immediately flopped at the speed of our time. – Well, so will you suck me this time?

      – -Nose! – replied the slowly jumping hillock Casulia.

      – -Sit on my nose? So I don’t have a nose. I’m not bald cat? It had to have a nose. And I have a beak. – approved a Sparrow and stopped his eyes on a tubercle which slowly stuck out his mustache, then a BLOB-nose.

      – -The main thing that the language was. – added the Monk Cerevic. – mouthy and nasty like a Sparrow…

      But Stasyan don’t listen to them and not looked at. He became interested in the nose out of the hole with the mustache who slowly climbs out of the hole. It was the mole, but Stasyan didn’t know that. He picked up the straw lying around and came stuck it in the nostril and trampled in place with nose and mustache in the hole. The straw began to move very slowly, accompanied by the same slow sneezing. – Aapche… – flew out from the nostril and also slowly. Stasyan even managed to NAP until the straw touched the ground, and the mole started to come out and showed slowly: at the beginning of the mustache and then the nose. Sparrow did the same thing and smiled. The straw slowly began to stir and Stasyan tied her mustache. He heard a slow sneeze and straw Bud, pounds of scrap, slowly but monumental flew and pulled his mustache.

      – -Ahhh!! – yelled the mole, and recovering himself, tore off the straw with a mustache, felt extreme pain and quickly like a cockroach ran away. Stasyan laughed and clutched his stomach. And the team has retired only one jump for all progenie time. Stasyan started to get bored and walk: here and there. And he only regretted that he had tied his mustache as the nearby spotted fresh droppings floating that monster frightened mole. Sparrow walked over and happily usmail:

      – -Ooooh, the powers of heaven, the Clouds soft and fluffy, and the Sun zaruchie thank You!!! Ohhh, for heaven’s sake!!!!! – and he remembered the flies and swarmed, was obvisoulsy as then waited for the flies.

      – -Well, where are they? – worried aloud Sparrow.

      – -We are here, catch up. ‘said Cherepok Socratic.

      – -But not you. You already fed up with me, I need flies. – and Stasyan waved his arms to the stench poshirshe dissipated.

      – -AAA chooo of aaachooo fakeeeeee, flies? – asked Cerevic.

      – -We’ll show patience. and the Sparrow was waiting, looking around.

      Fortunately, the remains in the amount of two billion flies under the command of the fly of Honey, wandered around in search of food, but unfortunately of live, who they could make food like shards of Kasuli here after the explosion left only the mole, and he is generally out of the hole, not crawled and crapped in a hole and face protrude, only to change the temperature. And maybe he even crawled, rather, peril on the infected area accidentally. Digging, digging and digging.. and shit.

      Loved the smell enveloped his nostrils of Honey and its people. And cheered of all, mad.

      – -Aw, come on cal! – he yelled buzzing. – here there, here? To fly this bunch of crap and eat it in the bistro. Our crowd force is necessary. – and all at once they flew up and pressed a Sparrow, but their brains are not working due to long starvation, and again they fell for the same trap. Droppings were frozen and Stasen said:

      – -Hey, a fly Honey!!! Don’t know??

      – -Oh! – shuddered with fear of the flies and the Honey was completely different. – Ohhh!! It is you, Lord alive? What’s my happiness to see you alive!

      – -As you can see, and you, dumb insect, left me in a difficult moment and now I’m their prisoner, maybe even in bondage.

      – -As mi??

      – -No, worse. They use me

      – -As ti us??

      – -No, like the food, but I’ll rent under the agreement. And even if your ate a bit, so without pain and then anyone I ate those in me. We are United and strong… And you, the fly Honey left me in a difficult moment.