Book of Armaments, Chapter 2, verses 9–21
"And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that with it Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits, in Thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats and large chu (...) And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin, then shalt thou
count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt
count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou
not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to
three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number,
be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards
thy foe, who being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'
Há sempre algo, algures, que me vai fazer sempre sentir da mesma maneira, da mesma forma, em circunstâncias completamente diferentes daquilo que se passa comigo.
Não posso nunca perdê-lo!
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