[first lines]
El Vasco:
[squaring off by a train station, with a statuary of San Bernardino]
Penguin... I'm sorry, but you cannot take our Protector away.
Yodlaf Peterson:
It's the only thing of any value. I never leave empty-handed.
El Vasco:
Then I'm afraid you would not be leaving at all.
Yodlaf Peterson:
[narrating]
Hm, poor Vasco. He already had a hole in his head where his brain should have been. At least nothing seemed to have grown in that cavity since this whole thing began.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:52