Play with Mad Scientists!

Night. I don't really turn on lights. Because the dark room calms down better and you soak up the good mood. In an attempt to keep it dark, the holographic display floating in the air can be seen without any problems.

Someone said. When you see the display in a dark room, your eyes go bad.

Now turn to me and say it face to face. Let's smash his eyeballs so he doesn't have to worry about it.

Sitting in a stiff chair, he assembles his tossed legs on his desk and loosens purple smoke in the darkness.

Someone said. He said whoever sprinkles cigarette smoke in public should die.

I want you to say the same thing right now in front of me. Let's replace that nostril with an ashtray.

Rub the cigarette fire out with your fingers, play it with your thumb and throw it in the ashtray, whisk the glass in your left hand. Brandy in the glass has no ice either. There's no way I'd do anything stupid to divide it with water.

Someone said. The guy who drinks alcoholic liquor raw says he's drunk on himself, not liquor.

Now try mouthing that senseless bullshit in front of me. Hit him hard enough to smash his jaw, and then, with that blood dripping from his mouth, let's crack the liquor.

Review the text you wrote on the display. I can see blood on my face. Too much embarrassment, a bitter laugh. Delete…… and.

Woohoo... I'm terrible at it. No, no, no. I have no taste in it. It's not a pattern. Making poetry isn't my character. Though I knew it.

When I get drunk, I keep thinking in my head. Because he told me to. Under his influence. I think about all the crap poetry. And I write a poem so bad that I can wake up drunk.

Somebody tell me now. So you're gonna mock me for poetry. After I spit in his face to thank you, I'll blow your balls off with a gun.

said the guy. He said that he was not a man and did not deserve to live, such as he who had no heart to love poetry.

Now show up in front of me and say it again. I'll bump into your lips, rip your clothes out in moderation, and then I'll cross you hard until my consciousness flies.

Hmmm...... embarrassing. deletion,.

Yeah, I knew I didn't have the taste to make poetry. Don't you just have a retarded chimp blurry?

Yes... this guy is a very simple story.

A common story everywhere about meeting one woman, falling in love, and trying to protect her.

That's what I'm talking about now.