Go away, I won’t be yours! I hate you!

Angel:             Discordance in the royal pair,

                        I think it is not fair!

Death:             Hate is nice, you can believe it.

                        I know it better than you a little bit!

                        God first created Adam, but he was bored,

                        So this is why he was gored,

                        God picked out from him a bone,

                        And from this he made the first crone,

                        Called Eva, the first enemy of humans,

                        This is why nowadadays lust is burjánz.

God:                My friend, you are telling a lie,

                        You are just created to make humans to die.

                        Maybe you should read my first bestseller,

                        And then you wouldn’t be root as a zeller.

King:               Shut up, or I gonna kick your ass,

                        And I won’t tell you any bless!

                        Come here, it will be quick, do not fear,

                        Only your glorious puppy is here!

Narrator:         And that’s how the children made.

                        The king had to use baseball bat and blade,

                        But then the thing happened,

                        They wasn’t too ashamed,

                        They did it twice a minute on the balcony,

                        From sunrise to alkonyig.

                        And after this marathonic porn,

9 months later the little prince was born.

And of course the supergoblin

Came on a yellow wartburg kombin,

Because he wanted the baby,

And then everybody’s virginity maybe.

CSHN:            Hey! I want the child! It is MINE! ONLY MINE! <evil laugh>

Queen:            Noooo! He is not yours! Don’t take it away please! Pleasepleaseplease! It needs a mother and…

CSHN:            SHUT UP! You had promised it,

                        Before I’ve done my bit!

Narrator:         The queen said 4-letter words.

CSHN:            OK. I see you are headstrong.

                        But I’m not very cruel! I offer you a game.

                        If –in 3 days time- you will know my name,

                        You can keep this loud creature.

                        If not, I’ll be the father of its or his or her!

Daughter:       But wait! How can I guess your name?

                        I don’t like this game!

                        I don’t know anything about you!

                        I can’t guess who are you!

CSHN:            You have 3 days to guess. See you soon!

Narrator:         The unspellablenamed guy went away,

                        On this beautiful day of May.

                        And the queen started to write a list of names,

                        Which can be used for these nasty games.

Daughrter:      Jani, Pista, Béla, Lajos, Gerzson, Pákó, Zoli, Adrián, Aurél….

Angels:           In 3 days,

                        You have to find out at least 2000 names.

                        Good luck!

Death:             Or you’ll have a big suck!

Queen:            Jocó, Laca, Miska, Terry, Feró…

Narrator:         On the dark evening of the second day,

                        After a beautiful sunny day of May

                        Unspellablenamed came.

CSHN:            You have a clue. The third letter of my name is E.

Queen:            E? Cseresznye, krematórium, szeletelőkés, kreppapír, szellentés, here…

CSHN             Here’s second letter is E, the third is R.

Queen:            I mean here with double H, So were these OK?

CSHN:            No!

Death:             Ha, ha, ha! Die, die, die!

Narrator:         Then the unspellablenamed went away.

                        On a beautiful day butterflies flight around nice, colorful flowers.

                        On this beautiful day, an agent of the queen arraived.

Agent:             Agent 007. I’ve got information about the baby-stealer.

Queen:            Yes? Wassup?

Agent:             I was deep in Kiserdő. I saw a lot of homeless people, and….

Queen:            Bla, bla. And what about the name?

Agent:             … and there was a house too. In it a guy, called ……………….

Lived. And in front of the house a guy stood in silver clothes. I thought you’re searching this guy. I set a fire on the roof of his wooden hut. Then I found Bin Laden playing red hands with Saddam Hussein, I killed them, then saved the Queen, and…

Queen:            Doesn’t matter, agent Bond. Thank you. The king has got another mission for you, let’s visit him.

Narrator:         <say the name four times>…Over and over and over again. <name again>

Angels:           <name*5>

Queen:            That’s it! That’s him!

CSHN:            Today is the Day!

                        13^th of May!

                        Tomorrow, I’ll take the baby,

                        And eat it quickly!

                        First, I’ll taste it’s brain, then the leg.

                        Then it’s nice, childish head.

Queen:            ………………… is his name! Loser guy!

Narrator:         And the queen returned to the palace, and waited.

Death:             Oh….she won’t die….cheater! Cheater!

CSHN:            Your time is up.

                        Give me the child, and you won’t see me again!

                        Or you have guessed my name?

Queen:            Guessed your name?

                        Maybe you win the game….

CSHN:            Of course there are a lot of name which’s third letter is E.

                        But here is another clue: the last letter is N.

Angel:             E, N…. <name>!

Death:             Shut up, Goddamn’ god’s-son!

Queen:            …but maybe I win it.

                        Your name is ……………….

                        Am I right?

Death:             No, you’re a communist!

CSHN:            What?! Cheater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Queen:            Goodbye, silverclothed goblin! See you never again!

Angel:             Ha, ha! Stupid unspellablenamed! You didn’t change your name! Ha, ha! Looser!!

Death:             Oh, my poor friend…I hope you would win the game, but I see you will be impotent for you entire life.

CSHN:            Damn’ it! I am immortal…

Angels:           Hahaha! God punished you, so you have to suffer! Yeeeeehaaaa!

God:                Yes. If I say something, it must happen. I am sorry, but this is the rule. Dictatorship, you know…

CSHN:            No…I won’t give it up! If I cant win by nice words,

                        I will get the child by a f*ckin big sword!

<Harci jelenet. Eredmény: 1:0 CSHN javára. Queen megdöglik, mint a hal a grillsütőben tövig olajba mártogatva. Keresztbe.>

God:                Hey, this was not fair,

                        You cheateltél, ember!

                        You killed an innocent creature of mine,

                        Which to me seems to be a crime!

                        So I give another life to my mortal slave,

                        Who will be strong and brave.

                        Her mission will be to find the baby and the satansslave,

                        To push him into a grave!

Daughter:       Yes, sir, yes!

Narrator:         So this is how the chase began

                        After this impotent kan

                        Because of the little child

                        In cities and in the wild,

                        So everywhere, without success

                        Hiába was God’s bless.

God:                Hey, wait until the end of the story!

Narrator:         Yeah, OK. So it was a beautiful day. The sun shined lovely on the light blue sky above the beautiful green flowerful fields between

                        the wonderful hills and nice snowcovered mountain ranges. On this other beautiful day of beautiful May, the Queen walked in the Beauty Bay, but she wasn’t gay, not just because of a nice blinder ray, but because she walked astray because of a csicskash’s betray. So she lost in the endless fields.

Daughter:       Oh, shit from the ass of cursed asshole ass!

                        I have God’s bless,

                        But now I am lost in the field,

                        After this I won’t be mild!

<Megjelenik ……… szupervénszatyros banyajelmezben>

Daughter:       Hey, you there! Yeah, you, old bag,

                        Whose tits are already sag!

                        Help me, if you don’t want a fuss,

                        I wanna ask you something, idefigyuzz!

                        Where can I find the nearest town or city?

                        If you can’t tell me, what a pity,

                        I have to kill you right now,

                        You decide how.

CSHN:            Your fortune is that you called me your old bag,

                        My little dear, whose cloth is only a rag.

                        I can help you right now, right here,

                        Oh, how nice are you my dear!

Daughter:       Then don’t waste my time,

                        With telling stupid rhymes!

CSHN:            OK, I help you. Today please rest in my little cottage,

                        Which is not far from the nearest village.

                        I can give you some food a drink,

    &nbs