Moja dva stota dela dinara :D kazu sledece:
- kao clan nemotorizovanih jedinica, pojavicu se u 15:20 kod parkinga na Slaviji.
- sto se tice klope, i ranije sam mislio da je nefer da ti placas sve (iako si ti insistirao), i to i dalje mislim. Takodje, mislim da je ultimativno glupo da od 16h-0?x?h ne jedemo nista. A sranja da jedem necu (smoki, cips,...), od toga se lecim :D. Shodno tome, moj predlog je da i ovaj put, a i ubuduce kod tebe, lepo podelimo pare ko ljudi, i kupimo ljudsku klopu (ti si iskljucen iz podele, jer em nabavljas sladoled, em obezbedjujes prostor, em obezbedjujes pice i jos i Momi kuvas kafu :D; i povrh svega prethodnih par puta si ti placao
).
- sto se tice same hrane, kod tebe barem ima izbor (sto za neke druge delove grada ne mogu reci
)... ja cu uvek glasati za ukusne i zdrave pan meat feastove u Pizza Hutu :D. Naravno, moze i stogod drugo, kako vecina zeli (samo naglasite ko sta hoce). Takodje, kada se budemo okupljali kod mene, mozemo se dogovoriti o primeni istog principa (lepo se organizujemo, izdelimo kintu i pazarimo klopu), stim sto je kod mene losiji izbor dostave (recimo nema u blizini pizza hut). Sa druge strane, ja pravim odlican rostilj
.
- ako se moji uslovi o ishrani ne usvajaju, molim da mi javite na vreme, kako bih mogao da ponesem one svoje pomije koje nalaze dijeta :D.
That was a hazardous consultation of the Libre Mortis my Lord. An ordeal of high and low doom. The moment I approached the book, it bit me most ferociously.
I must appologize for the explosion that blew off the door of The Chamber Unbreachable, but the simultaneous emergence of seventeen demons from the book spine, caused the spiritual detonation in the soul stoned air of the room.
The whole enterprise was an experience most horrendeous. None but I could have endured it. I was almost damned twice. Even now my soul is twisted to a cork screw.
I suggest you keep the state of your soul to yourself, and inform us, instead, what you have gleamed from the Grimoire.
Hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated. And witch hunts will never be about witches. To have a scapegoat - that's the key. Humans always fear the alien, the odd. Once the mages had left Novigrad, folk turned their anger against the other races... and, as they have for ages, branded their neighbors their greatest foes.
And 'cause I was gazillionaire and I liked doing it so much, I cut that grass for free.
Glory to Arstotzka!
