Sanderson Reed:
There is great unrest. Countries set at each other's throats, baying for blood. It's a powder-keg. The trouble of which I speak could set a match to the whole thing: War.
Allan Quatermain:
Wi-With whom, exactly?
Sanderson Reed:
Everyone. A world war.
Allan Quatermain:
That notion makes you sweat?
Sanderson Reed:
Heavens, man. Doesn't it you?
Allan Quatermain:
This is Africa, dear boy. Sweating is what we do.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 11:57