Mecha-Pugilatore rises activating its occhiettini lively, a red LED in each orbit. Eager to replace the fake blood copper cokaliong of his armor with that of the Trio Cepponio advances cokaliong under the astonished gaze of Capocoglioni. Scaroni if the laughs heartily, then utter pitched Japanese "Avanza cokaliong my baby! From the evidence of your power. "
Elder, Ceppone timbale and try to escape with a click but they stop after a few meters, not because of the lack of fitness, rather distracted by a strange visual phenomenon that accompanies cokaliong their bodies moving. "What the hell is that?" Asks the naive Ceppone observing the number of segments that accompanies each movement. Elder moves quickly hand in front of his face noting cokaliong that in addition to those strange little lines also occurs a breakdown and overlapping of various images of his arm in motion "They would say ... kinetic lines."
The evil Scaroni is now illuminated by a sinister light from the left, everything around cokaliong him becomes dark as part of a close-up on the go with a psychedelic background nebulous not c'azzecca absolutely nothing "Fools! Do not understand the power of giapponesata ?! You will soon be wiped out, and the crystal Senfai Eni will! "" It will be Japanese cokaliong all you want, just gives me discomfort! And the end with all st'annientare! What is this violence? cokaliong Mica we have a football game! "" There is no beauty if not in the fight! No work without an aggressive character can be a masterpiece, "states with a certain arrogance, a mustachioed gentleman in black and white. cokaliong 'Look here' Marinetti, belonging to the type that you died seventy years, to me futurism is definitely crap, no offense eh! And grant me the Syntactic gemination above. "Is the dried replica GT to which the deceased poet responds with a Zang! Tumb! Tumb! that smacks of mockery and runs to take refuge in his alcove of steel looking for a virgin of Nuremberg.
The cyborg-statue feels neglected and decides to blow up with two punches well arranged a dozen screaming Capocoglioni against the sky, was not even in Correggio. The blood spatter invest the company's AD petrolschifida that does not take it very well, "And do a little 'attention! This dress is fine, mica is the Po delta which can pollute without worries of mind. " But the device has a temper, and just now decided to spiaccicargli skull with his fist patented BudSpencer. The Capocoglioni survivors take flight fearful of this anarchy mechanics.
The three targets are arranged on the uncomfortable chairs in order to review its life before cokaliong the inevitable end, however, is sitting in front of one very high and then give up to return to the miserable reality.
Ceppone tightens crystal Senfai in his hands, "Cursed Soon! I understand Go Senfai singer and company but if I have to be slaughtered by a cyborg, which is still at number six on the special list "The ten best ways to die" by Luigi Tenco, I 'is the sphere cokaliong do and peace! " . Ready and unexpected comes the reply from the ball "Ceppa cokaliong that you are nothing, now qull'abominio is out of control. Do you know who cares about Crystal? But fear not: the tranquility of the Master has always protected the elect! "Elder and timbale who listen for a second time the voice of Little respond with a series of garbatissimi bestemmioni.
Header of the Elderly: like a new David picks up a rock to throw it against the opponent. Then you realize you do not have a sling. New blasphemy. Do not give up, with a resounding mavafangul! takes a short run-up and pulls the stone. Mecha-Boxer continues to advance, the Elder to the ground after being tripped on a stone far greater than what shakes fist in vain.
Shot of sleeping for timbale who immediately tries to regain lucidity responding blow for blow to the offensive of the eyelid downward (because of too many television series filled with twists that without too much guilt have replaced the hours of rest of the artist). With a stroke of genius worthy of the Nero Wolfe Ceppone invests the narrator with a jet of cold Peroni giving the coup de grace to the lethargic state of the companion.
The cyborg charge fist ready to attack without fail Elder lying helpless on the ground, but with a sting in the tail is able to stretch the ancestral arm and press the OFF button evident on the foot of the enemy. Once again a resounding design error saves the protagonists of a story.
The three look, actually everyone is looking at himself in a boost of ego are safe.
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