In the alleys, deep emotion. The politician to the chair has no intention of returning. He avoids as fire scribes asking questions and only for the Blues has a small more understanding. The ministers of the council have taken large fear. "What to do, how to defender your own lives?". They didn't get it from the Governor. What are we expected to say to keep this government alive and not topple? In turn the politician smiled at him and looked at the chaos from a distance.
Suddenly the big, tax-payer went out in front of the line and said to the crowd:
- I'm sorry. Don't be afraid, people. Don't give the rumors of faith. Taxes suspended until the election. We gotta have a duck who won't refuse to sign. Then I will announce to the politician that you should quit hope. Now the bread and the games warrant you plenty. grin wide and wait for your own poverty.
The people applauded the activist. Echo was carrying away. Even Baroness Ursula heard echoes of these applause in the West. The joy of her large and the Emperor of France. It's worth it to support the blunts. The people went home. And in the Economs Avenue, with the war, the minister was deliberalized.
- I'm sorry. We will give catasters and bulls," he said to the Economs. - And then we'll screw it up. Customs and another tributes will be imposed on the people of fools.
- I'm sorry. That's right, our Economics. But do I get the money for our weapons?
- Minister of Temporary War! Why do you request a mammon for this time without vodka? Europe will take everything, so your destiny is highly short. - Econs certain of his position and ideas full, he pulled the briefcase out so he wouldn't make a large mouth out of it. - Look at the task and our ideas! Whatever you do, you can't take the Vistula back!
- I'm sorry. O Economics, it's the distribution of predicate great! Why don't I see the Republic here? - The war minister was light and his blood went out with the full advanced school. - Shall we give our ancestors the domain? German or Frank or Rusom due to the fact that I won't name others?
Ekonom, drank a fewer of the large sips and responded to his adversity:
- I'm sorry. First, we'll bring in the cataster so the plebs don't get rich. They're gonna regret it due to the fact that for them, it's just hard work. Another single man who doesn't multiply or widow a bull, what if he doesn't like it? Get out of this land. At the end of the craftsmen and the competitions of light performers, we will take the fiscal sanctum to their place in line. Those who aren't taxed, I'll find them later and get them.
- I'm sorry. All right, the minister of war has his lico, and what happens at the end?
- I'm sorry. Nothing, like what?
- I'm sorry. Where did these ideas and guidelines come from, oh, the Economics of our politician the brightest?
- I'm sorry. Don't make a fool of yourself, and don't mess with my time. The Germans sent and executed. If I don't make it in time, the table will be circular first and then the composer with the Baron's tribunal will call to justice our castes. Then you will feel the wrath on your back, my fellow gold! Now shut up and get to work.
The Minister's econs and wars, they packed their folders. The first to Brussels went into these momentums. The another one, to his wife, who's most likely gonna hit him.
Question at the end: Who chose these bastards?
from the "minds of the underdeveloped" cycle
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