. Suddenly a voice barked at them, in an unfamiliar language. The voice was deep and harsh. In the dungeons of the other Weapons holders, the explorer... had found giant ants, giant spiders and giant centipedes. No one had mentioned pigs.Or deep, intelligent, masculine voices.The pigs didn’t listen to the harsh voice, and kept with their complaining.The voice barked out again, sounding like the owner was approaching my hiding spot, shouting something else.*SNAP!Suddenly, a harsh, dark-green face. (hamari gali ki dusri taraf rasta nahi hai isliye koi aata jata nahi, usper jaisi hi meri nazar padhi, usne ishara karte hue bataya ke naqaab kahan hai, mai halke se muskurai aur phir uski taraf dekha, uff allah kya kahu, uska dusra haath to uske pant per tha aur wo lund ko pant per se rub karraha tha… Mai thoda sa sharma gayi aur halki si muskurat dekar ghar pahunch gayi.. Ab mai ghar pahunch kar wo film yaad karne lagi, ajeeb sa lund tha us film mein, achanak mera zahen lund ki banawat per. The first councilor was shocked when they all agreed upon this course of action. Opening up communication with sub-commander Triot, the first councilor's fingers drummed impatiently. Triot was still having all the damage repaired that the bitch Cliveastone had caused. A sudden beeping of his communicator made him grimace when he saw who it was.Bowing low when the image cleared, Triot steeled himself up for what was coming. "Sirs, how may I best serve the council?" Triot asked when he saw the. We stood huddled over Mutti Frida for a minute or so and then she stood up. “I think we all need a cup of hot chocolate.” She busied herself in the kitchen whilst we sat at the table. In the background, the BBC was playing sombre music.When the hot chocolate was ready, Mutti Frida sighed and chased us back on to the sofa and helped tuck the blankets around us. “Life goes on, children. Read your book.”We sipped our hot chocolate and read more of Under Milkwood, but the zest had gone out of our.