Mrs. Brisby:
Pardon me, but I couldn't help noticing that you're limping.
Mr. Ages:
That is none of your affair. Now, to what you are about to see and hear you must swear absolute secrecy.
Mrs. Brisby:
Yes, I understand...
Mr. Ages:
Swear it!
Mrs. Brisby:
I swear.
Mr. Ages:
If word were to get out, we'd have all of humanity here to-to blow the place apart.
Mrs. Brisby:
Is it always this dark?
Mr. Ages:
We're down three feet.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:23