Flynn: Mr. Bomb ..... FIRE!
Mr. Bomb: BA DA Booom!
... standing ovation followed Eddie to the accompaniment of castanets!
Flynn: Gentlemen, all the posts, do not let me disturb the catwalk ..
Mr. Bomb: BA DA Booom! opssss
Flynn: MR BOMB ON THE THUNDER !?!?!? It has 3 seconds to get rid of her, his gun (or whatever), and pieces of the ship that my feet !!!!!!!
Mr. Bomb: ba by bim im im
Long John: Mr. bomb, here is the captain. continue well .. I want the ship reduced to shreds!
boy did not stop the bomb opeosità Mr. .. is creating!
(Brody, caught by the explosion - note the pun - of opportunity that is before parry, unexpected as ardently desired, is the only thing a human being in such circumstances is capable of doing: cursing under his breath as the breath immediately freezes, is fighting to recover roughly the chest, at which burps and passes out. From this moment on, no one is aware of the immense creativity `active`, which will remain contained in the brain of the body fainted. Only a sentence of more later, `pale reverberate in the air as two big tits asses! Perplexity` crew riempera is the silence, broken only by the lapping of waves upon the brow of the ship)
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