Italian ... poor things. A people who know you well, because my tower is not that much better from the boot shaped peninsula. In such a horrible situation ... they are hunted and are also happy, at least according to the latest statistics . The devil worship has an undeniable charm. It's just that his most dangerous weapon. Like a snake charmer or a vampire, drunk the minds of young souls, frightened and innocent creatures who savor immortality through his television shows, parodies featuring the wonders that flaunts. A cunning demon, but vulgar, let me tell you. Even the demons have their honor, and this holds Bilosco not even an ounce. And in fact, who are these men and women who hang on his every word ... low spirits reign, displays of life-like shellfish, meat, driving without a brain. Here's who I am. And Italy at the beginning of this millennium is full of them. Earthworms, worms, leeches, cockroaches, ticks. Millions flock to the streets, they go to work, pull out the infernal machine. In the evening if they go back into their holes, they turn on the television and ecstatic worship their new god, beautiful, smiling, asphalt.
A splash of DDT, that's what it would take.
"GOR, draft a POTION GO!"
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