09-26-2019, 08:45 PM
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Carrier ID: Pita "La Aspiradora" Ladron | Carrier: Open Corsair frequency | Description: New sofa for the TITAN - the ship
Remodeling the furniture
*Pita is immovable and slowly blinking with her small eyes. Two minutes later she talks*
"I lost my time"...That's what you were thinking, right? Tell you what. I LOST my time, not YOU! What was that...two minutes? Two maldita minutes! WHO developed these Titans junk, uh? Name me the person discriminating the ordinary people like me! How princesses "como yo" are supposed to fly? Don't laugh! I've lost twenty four hours! Twenty four tonto hours desperately trying to insert myself in my own ship and it's tiny...little...gracioso cockpit with no success! When you do exactly what I've done these past hours YOU will be the one sitting like that with exactly the same expression as mine!
*Takes one of the many cups from the corsair food table in front of her and swallows it all - including the bowl. Claps happily and continues.*
I am at peace...I will breathe - that's what my psychotherapist told me to do, not that it helps, before realizing his efforts are in vain. Later he jumped off a random cliff but anyway. So...let's talk business. Director or Master or whatever title you hold dear representing you as the top hermano of the Crete's engineers teams that play dices and cards in their work time and sleep happily hidden somewhere in their free time...yes these harmanos...organize a school meeting with them and solve my problemas! I want you to eviscerate my TITAN's seat and replace it with something more appropriate for my tastes...something like this but bigger wait...maybe you should add more diversity to the model of my new sofa like... this . Hold on a second...am I an engineer to be bothered with these stuff? Guess what...I AM NOT. So, you do the thinking and I will do the eating - in this way both sides would be satisfied and would be doing their duty flawlessly!
*Takes few of the many cups from the corsair food table and swallows them all - including the bowls. Chewing she continues as the food drops from her mouth with every word.*
As you can see I have all the time I need to complete my "work" here...few more minutes to be exact...but you don't! You have to solve my problemas as soon as possible otherwise I would not be able to fly my papito's toys! *throws several empty bowls around her breaking several windows and whatnot* Work, work or else El Comisario - my estupido papito - will tie you all to some rods and organize a party to throw his many nutella collector's edition jars at you for free while you sing the hymn of Bretonia on the Cambridge's cows language!
*With pain tries to reach the famous Ladron mass-produced button located even on this small apartment's phone. Button breaks instantly over the huge mass in just one finger and leaves a small smoke trail*
*Pita is immovable and slowly blinking with her small eyes. Two minutes later she talks*
"I lost my time"...That's what you were thinking, right? Tell you what. I LOST my time, not YOU! What was that...two minutes? Two maldita minutes! WHO developed these Titans junk, uh? Name me the person discriminating the ordinary people like me! How princesses "como yo" are supposed to fly? Don't laugh! I've lost twenty four hours! Twenty four tonto hours desperately trying to insert myself in my own ship and it's tiny...little...gracioso cockpit with no success! When you do exactly what I've done these past hours YOU will be the one sitting like that with exactly the same expression as mine!
*Takes one of the many cups from the corsair food table in front of her and swallows it all - including the bowl. Claps happily and continues.*
I am at peace...I will breathe - that's what my psychotherapist told me to do, not that it helps, before realizing his efforts are in vain. Later he jumped off a random cliff but anyway. So...let's talk business. Director or Master or whatever title you hold dear representing you as the top hermano of the Crete's engineers teams that play dices and cards in their work time and sleep happily hidden somewhere in their free time...yes these harmanos...organize a school meeting with them and solve my problemas! I want you to eviscerate my TITAN's seat and replace it with something more appropriate for my tastes...something like this but bigger wait...maybe you should add more diversity to the model of my new sofa like... this . Hold on a second...am I an engineer to be bothered with these stuff? Guess what...I AM NOT. So, you do the thinking and I will do the eating - in this way both sides would be satisfied and would be doing their duty flawlessly!
*Takes few of the many cups from the corsair food table and swallows them all - including the bowls. Chewing she continues as the food drops from her mouth with every word.*
As you can see I have all the time I need to complete my "work" here...few more minutes to be exact...but you don't! You have to solve my problemas as soon as possible otherwise I would not be able to fly my papito's toys! *throws several empty bowls around her breaking several windows and whatnot* Work, work or else El Comisario - my estupido papito - will tie you all to some rods and organize a party to throw his many nutella collector's edition jars at you for free while you sing the hymn of Bretonia on the Cambridge's cows language!
*With pain tries to reach the famous Ladron mass-produced button located even on this small apartment's phone. Button breaks instantly over the huge mass in just one finger and leaves a small smoke trail*
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