Death:             Bla, bla. Schizophrenic guy. Now you say you are the God, yesterday you were the Satan…what a chaos in the religion!

Daughter:       Galamb! Would you like to join me?

                        I can give you 50 percents fee

                        If you protect me on my adventurous way

                        To the other end of the bay,

                        Where I will save my little child,

                        From that guy who is wild

                        And cruel and bad and a menace of society

                        And will die by my hand, what a pityJ

Galamb:         I will help you young white woman,

                        Who is not a hook madman.

Narrator:         Racism-counter started. Current value is 2.

Daughter:       Thank you, white bird,

                        Whose song was never heard.

Narrator:         3

Galamb:         Thank you, pretty white woman.

                        I hope you will be able to kill that hook

                        I hope you will burn it, or cook

                        That Indo-European man.

Narrator:         6

Daughter:       Then let’s go, little white bird,

                        Who don’t have hooky beard.

                        Let’s start our journey  to the beach,

                        Where you can see white ruffles of water, where there is peach

                        And white grape and where you can see the White Cliffs of Dover,

                        Where we can rent a white Range Rover.

Narrator:         Racists! 12 raccist comments in 1 minute! Prides of the Hitler J�gend! Racism-counter suspended. So the white girl and the white galamb went to their journey to the White Cliffs at the white coast of Black-Sea, where the ruffles are white too, and white sharks swim in the water full with white rubbish of white people. Raccism-counter works again.

God:                Holy shit! What a racist story! I feel if I was in Berlin in ’45!

Narrator:         OK, guys. From now on, don’t be racist. If you would be, I will have to punish you. Aryan people of glorious Hungary mustn’t be racist.

Death:             Freiheitlich Weiss Mann kampfen der gegen Rasse unterscheiden!

Galamb:         Ja vohl, herr general!

Narrator:         So their journey was begun. It was a beautiful day

                        Full of disturbing ultraviolet ray.

                        They spent this day happily together

                        Their pairconnection became better,

                        They loved each other, love-dove,

                        They filled themselves until they were puffy,

                        Then they helped the overpopulation

                        On this beautiful social occasion.

Daughter:       Do you love me?

Galamb:         Yes.

Narrator:         And after this long, romantic conversation

                        They started to produce a new generation.

                        Everything was going on well,

                        When, what the hell,

                        They reached the end of their journey,

                        But they didn’t want elk�sz�nni,

                        So they stayed together until the end,

                        The little girl and galamb kend.

                        But of course we are near to the end of our story,

                        And this scene of course will be gory,

                        So let’s imagine that they are in the town,

                        The little baby of the daughter is grown,

                        And the big and ugly impotent is here,

                        So the daughter should fear,

                        But she don’t, because she is a mad slaughter

                        She don’t have brain but water,

                        So she didn’t recognize the enemy of her,

                        Who was watching this poor girl,

                        And planning his dinner of tonight,

                        After this delicious big fight.

CSHN:            What an ugly tasteless galamb is this,

                        This girl always has to piss,

                        But the bird choose this element of society

                        Without any sense of morality.

                        But this was a short pairconnection,

                        I will bring my whole weapon collection

                        And send them to hell,

                        This is the only thing I would like to tell,

                        Because these angels would help her,

                        And maybe they can save this little girl

                        From the evil, called …………………..,

                        Me, the biggest-oldest Satan fan!

God:                Creature of elemental sin,

                        You, who is never fuckin’!

                        I will protect this girl from you,

                        Or the Satan or don’t know who!

Death:             Hey, God, do not cheat! This is my turn,

                        And if I wish this girl will burn,

                        If I wish the instant death of it,

                        If I wish it become a burned shit,

                        Then it will become! I am the lord of murder,

                        Do not come through your duty’s border!

God.                My friend, you know I created the world,

                        With one pronounced word,

                        And you are here to bring the end of lives at old age,

                        You mustn’t slaught down everybody or make a rage!

Narrator:         So CSHN stood on a roof with a sniper rifle in his hands,

                        With handgrenades in his bands,

                        With his immortal destructor friends.

                        The little girl walked on the extinct street,

                        In her hands a superprotective toiletsheet.

Daughter:       Sallala, I am so happy to be here.

                        This place will be the evils s�r.

                        I won’t kill it immediately,

                        First I want to torch him violently,

                        I mean cut down his five limbs,

                        In order to prevent further sins.

                        Then hipp, hopp, I will smash his face,

                        With a war hammer or mace.

                        Then he will sleep with the fishes

                        Between wcn leflusholt dishes.

Death:             Hey, this girl has some interesting ideas! Yummy!

Galamb:         You can do that, my fair lady,

                        In order to get back that ugly baby,

                        But after that I hope we can get married,

                        If that evil guy would be buried.

Daughter:       Of course, my dear bird friend,

                        And we will live happily until the end.

                        Shovel, hand axe, big church bell will separate us,

                        After you will be hit by a BKV bus.

Death:             The shovel won’t separate you, but your head from your body.

                        Don’t make such stupid statements, honey.

Narrator:         The evil just waited for this moment,

                        He had a violent bent,

                        So he picked up a shovel and sneaked behind

                        The girl whose child looked like a hind.

CSHN:            Hello, my dear,

                        The evil is here,

                        You don’t have to fear!

Daughter:       One must fall, evil guy,

                        This is time for your obsequy!

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Narrator:         It seemed if the daughter could win, but…

Galamb:         I will help you, my father

                        To win against this jester!

Narrator:         …she didn’t have any chance against two creatures.

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Daughter:       White bird…I have to tell you something. Luke. I am your father.

Galamb:         Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

CSHN:            Now you know the truth, young padavan,

                        Now you know that your father is this femalekan.

                        I am not your father. I am the elemental evil,

                        The immortal resident of the devil.

                        You can’t be my son, because I am absolutely impotent,

                        I don’t have an own d*ck, this is rent,

                        So I could not make a fool child like you,

                        I don’t have in my sack those red two.

                        Now you know enough, I mean too much,

                        You know that I am a butch,

                        So know this is time to die, my discipline,

                        Here is a jerrycan of gasoline,

                        Here, drink it, my follower,

                        I will go in protective cover,

                        Then here is a cigarette, light it,

                        Here is my lighter kit,

                        Do it, and you won’t have any problems in your life,

                        That doesn’t matter that you are only ten plus five.

Galamb:         You lied to me evil son of devil,

                        Now I have to revil…

                        But you can see how mercy am I,

                        I forget your sins, you don’t have to cry,

                        And now give me that free cigar,

                        Then you can go to the nearest bar