thehautbahnhoffstory2

He wondered for exactly eighty-four seconds about his last meal, which seemed to had been too long ago, then, when he tried to scratch his head for some answers to the question of the time, the universe, and everything else, he had to realise the sad fact of him being held as a hostage in an international diplomatic conflict over the independence of Woodframeland. “Excuse me!”, he said. He would probably have opened his mouth to continue the begging for a glass of ginger alley, if it wasn’t for the fist, trying to reformat his cheek. Right after this incident, Danton decided to be a gentleman, and not to hit the extremely friendly bold guard back in the face.

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