04 Brutal parson’s invasion

Of course that after the beginning of the brutal cannonade all the knuckleheads hustling to the chapel fell like rotted pears, but my comrade still could not enjoy satisfyingly. His sexual desire rose unevenly with the desire of the princess alias prude, which was a severe fault.

-- What shall I do, I unhappy one, when she is such big proffesional?!

-- You just have to take, my friend, no other advices.

-- She got over an enormous training and I will come much earlier than it'd be enough for her satisfaction.

Oh great, and one has no better work than solve such problems. I’m no expert on such things though.

-- I will help you if necessary, -- I screamed at him and tried to hold back all the invaders that jostled in and tried to disrupt his happy coexistence with missy.

-- Only one thing will help here, our new advertising erection strenghtener, -- one advertising agent who was passing by spoke up and tried to force his product upon me.

And right this saved his life, because right this kind of individual isn’t worth even shooting.

-- So what, how close are you to “ that“? – I was curious so I could know how long I had to keep the invaders on distance.

-- Eight milimeters to the north.

-- What?! – I didn’t understand, but I started to envy him a little as well. Suddenly, the bombarders started fly around  and started to aim directly to the windows of the chapel.

-- Oh, damn, it seems like complications – my comrade spoke up.

-- Ah, it seems that your girlfriend has already learned about your activities.

-- Leave it! Just now before the orgasm?!

-- You’ll have to interrupt your activity, -- I’m adding with angelic voice.

-- Never, I simply won’t let this get away.

-- It will not be it with prude, don’t you think?

And then I realized that we were really in quagmire. From the distance, a black jacket started to approach, holding an incense in his hand filled with fart of our mayor.

-- Goddamned, this will not end well, -- I speak quietly, knowing that it really can‘t.

-- O, big saint Brahma, o great Vishna and Buddha, deliver us from Evil, -- the priestty recited and slashed with rubber hose right and left.

-- Wow, he is twitching his hand like at the rail crossing when the 50 years old train is going so everybody’d get out of its way to prevent it from breaking, -- I talk inside, not knowing, what next.

-- Please, just don’t let him in, I will soon come, -- the friend shouts in Es-dur key, from which I subsequently get headache like devil.

-- Stop! The priests cannot get here, it’s a forbidden zone.

-- O, saint Jehova, o, saint Krshna, expel this Satan from here!

-- Stop, or I will shoot the rosary!