I'm Shipping out to Ipswich.
(Chrome Wars IV: Teaser)
Ipswich. Slain
desks village ... that case is also the city. Biggest Little Shithole in the Wasteland, as they say.
people lead a peaceful life here. Ordinary people, everyday problems. Idyll.
sun slowly rose above the port. Ślizgało through the water the color of gasoline and in one moment, as the painter's brush stroke oblało splendor of military boats stationed in the bay and made it standing on the parade ground soldiers began to throw away from each other evenly shadows.
On the shores of the blue mid-size cabin chimney of the era began to dispose of their gray clouds of smoke. First slowly, shyly cloud as a cloud, then we fixed the single string ...
Just like cigarette Jacob.
Jacob was a Jew. Jacob was a Russian Jew. Jacob was the biggest damn Jew has ever walked this world. About two feet ten inches at the top and left behind The same breadth. A huge drum, spotted with large black undershirt and side locks flowing over her shoulders ... and a large, ominous of all, just do not bloody pig cleaver in his hand. He was a cook in
Isaac, into a tavern which was kopcił, and where did it for the chef.
He liked his job and, therefore, carefully performed all the commands boss. One of these commands was "Jacob, my congratulations you, never, but it would never initiate fights. We do not want to have Kiristallnachtu here and do not want to give us windows wybijały scum." Therefore
calmly smoking his pipe and did not pay attention to anything. Even at that, just before his nose some two juveniles in denim jackets chose the door of a parked car nearby. Inhaled slowly and looked like smudge of smoke disappears in the morning blue.
He had to go back to his work when he suddenly remembered another command chief, "But like any łajza will try anything to the detriment of customers do, it will not hesitate, just as soon as he cut the eggs. Łajzie mean, not the customer!"
Tasaka three turnovers in the air. Hollow sound going into the blade body. Cut your finger on the ground. Escape in panic.
- My finger! Whore, my damn paaaleeeec! - Niknęły screams in the distance.
Jacob, except with the car door for his whistling work tool back inside the pub 'Isaacs'.
- venis'mecha Hava Nagila, Hava Nagila ... - Could be heard from the kitchen for the rest of the morning.
calm and idyllic reigns in Ipswich.
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