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  Hyperplane-29, six striking trunks and a barrel-less emitter( this is something like a hybrid of a Trident and an antenna) . And you're the former leader of the world proletariat sandwich with scratchy feet. If you add to it and fanciful stars...

  Lenin rubbed his thin hand on the transparent surface that looked like a frosty pattern, giggled:

  - I'm not telling you to choke! From laughter can be to die! Skewed in ecstasy faces, from hell rushing, bear!

  Starships with a crew of sandwich really was frightening and ridiculous at the same time. Different cars, cars future futuristic artsy mixed with birds, and earth and obviously of alien origin. Such are the technetronic-biological hybrids: one is funny. From them erupted peculiar waves, it seemed that the surface of the vacuum loosened, and foamed, if you can hold such an allegory.

  Well, and commanded all this Armada chop steak. So juicy and individual, that it flowed vegetable fat, garnish the berries and then change colour. The limbs of the delicacy moved in such a way that it seemed to perform an Indian dance. Vladimir Ilyich in the new body perceives everything quickly and immediately. With the help of a kind, using cherry blotches telepathic panorama.

  And the commander of the steak is not simple, densely Packed with raisins, which makes it especially smart. And he has a military rank. On the hologram of the on-Board computer flashed the inscription: the name of the commander - Choke-ka-Marshal Boo-Boo. Ariplane!

  Lenin remarked ironically: Argyrodite title for eatables. As it sometimes happens in the wrong worlds. Instead of a good appetite - choke!

  Boo-Boo threshing legs in the air and hysterically roars:

  - Ultra-battleships baked on the latest recipes?

  Chew-Marshal Biff-Biff in the form of chocolate with nuts meatballs responds with a ringing female voice:

  - They cooked these cooks, when the crowbar is just a superweapon! Megaderma bomb, against this background, the snail against a Cheetah!

  Choke-ka-Marshal changing the tone, subtly, on the contrary much thicker, swaying, tittering:

  - We are meat eaters the highest coolest of the coolest nation. And no sladkopojna we are not opponents! Especially if to dissolve in the multi-orgasmen ecstasy.

  In time with the words this, that cloying mouth-watering warrior, a few escaped ahead of the rest, avant-garde vehicle came under turbulent flow, smashing magenergy, and half-dead machine flattened, forcing burn as doused with Cologne blotter. But this did not bother the warrior-generals.

  BIF-BIF rock on the belly pearly teeth and sending a glare of sunbeams, offered:

  - You need to send in the vanguard frigates? They will be very prikolnoy combination pliers ten-claw!

  Boo-Boo howled, his thin fingers ran over the scanner.:

  - Build a pin! Call the sweet crush!

  The frigates were in the form of hybrid cars and Orioles. Such, here is in this universe graceful starships. Several tens of thousands of such ships huddled in the center, a little ahead of the entire Armada and moved in a kind of spiral. It was like a giant boa consisting of many threatening parts. And maybe twist the rod having a composite particle made of atoms - combat ships.

  Here, for example, the beauty of the beauty of the frigate cutlets Alabaster a kind of Baroness, meat stuffed with cloves and tank eggs ( this is when the belly of the fish is not round eggs, and a lot of tanks of a variety of colors and designs!). She recently did a successful transaction is laid in the multi-Lombard planet she doesn't belong. These are the things to throw in Hyperintense. In this all transactions take place in a special multicines space, and there is true freedom, and freedom comes naked!

  Now the Baroness wants to fight. Though on the other hand with her money is not ekzaltatsija to hyperpolarize.

  Dancing polka Marshal Beef-beef in touch:

  - Where cloying sickeningly opponent?

  - In vacuum Swaziland! - Provisal delicious Baroness. It will be soon inesquecivel Mago-mondavoshki.

  Lenin inside his space Hyperplane, feels familiar like a Cossack on a horse, like a couple hours he was not dying paralytic. Each foot finds its magasiner, driving a strange car. In my head POPs up information: graphicidentity, neutralize rest mass, so it cratoneuron fighter has no inertia. Wow! Not conceivable for his time with plywood biplanes maneuverability.

  Lenin throws his Hyperplan in the side. One! The store lights went out. However, you're making a maneuver, against which the loop of Nestor, like the Hippo dancing tango, and not even feel the movements like barsthere in the cafeteria.

  But no dozing. That's like a black velvet carpet of space burnt the corners of starships. The adversary broke out of the star abyss. However, the lights are still fruits and animals. Starships of the enemy, is also a hybrid of conventional propeller planes and mammals of all kinds. How beautiful and ridiculous!

  BIF-BIF ringing tone quipped:

  Like a beggar with a purse!

  Boo-Boo added to as wedged, maintaining a sparkling tone:

  - No laws!

  BIF-BIF slammed, blowing oily bubbles, wonky rhyme:

  - Boy smells like crazy!

  Almost immediately, the missiles were met with powerful detonating radiation. Most of them rushed straight into space, spewing the energy of billions of Hiroshima. Clown faces in the form of super-bright became much more throwing out dazzling languages. Some of the most successful, yet arrived to starships, hitting the cruiser sladkopojna. The car in the shape of a German Yu-188, and a Cheetah, sprinkled. Despite the seeming comicality of rockets that didn't look like Christmas decorations, the battle was real. Lenin thought he heard the screams of tens of thousands of melted and vaporized candies and candies. Horror, a sense of in space souls pain, each individual personality. Stupid is the one who thinks that candy is not able to feel, to dream. Every personality is also a universe: though small, but unique in its individuality!

  In space blossomed lush deadly flower, and in all directions scattered flaming fragments. His one rocket crushed in Princeps-plasma vortex frigate. A burning stream of vaporized partitions, corridors, cabins along with delicious chocolates.