They watched fireworks display, true end.
By new year (26th of December that was, actually), I knew I've watched a somewhat flimsy action flick ... talk about time well spent. (Well, it isn't a flick ... but still.)
If only this was a fairy tale, then ...
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Now, I chant; I need not to view the rest, I need not to view the rest, anymore, no more ... thank God, thank God.
Since the world is forever, and will always be, at war ... I didn't know where to start, so did this story, too. (There're just too many blue lasers everywhere, now I don't know!)
Episode twenty-six it is, here.
[part-I]
And I would like to greet! "How come you've never changed! Even a slight ...!", like best pals we have been during the course of rough and sweet times in high school, we would talk about those sweet times, the sweet fragrance of memories, how sweet it was! That sweet fragrance ... (... yeah.)
You follow? ...
But, how could I ...?
... I, I could just sigh, snort, and say hello.
Meanwhile, Faldio ... was too concerned on saving his charming face that he would rather die instead, die for his bestfriend, die for his boyfriend (err), die for his girlfriend ... for Gallia! (Now, we have a hero here? Hm.) Boy, sure, you didn't change! Who can blame him, that and his constipated look he's wearing ... maybe he was suffering constipation right at the moment? If I were, too, what would I do ...?
Oh my.
No one can blame him, final verdict. Let alone suffer. (With Eleanor Varrot's stamp, if you want!)
Apparently, Welkin had also some serious bouts of constipation. Luckily, there's Miss Medic Alicia. But, unluckily, he wasn't able to save face, unlike Faldio dear there ... sorry, I laughed a bit.
Call of nature, indeed ... go ahead, take your time, have a nice bowel movement! And I would flee from bad odor ... yes, ventilation, please.
From the top again, please!
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Maximilian the Great ... lost his cool, and philosophy in life, if he had one, that is. We'd just this Alexander III in our History [class], well, so to speak.
(Round 1)
After the girl, there's the boy ... wait, ain't something there seems wrong? So wrong, that it's criminal? Of course.
But before that magnanimous kiss of death (sort of), the contest was austere and clear ...
