Above : tres cafes chorreadas y tres chorreadas (con natilla liviana, maduro &c). It's a complicated order.
Below : Visual aids (yes, it's a complicated jokei).
Above : the Republic workspace. Just like any other workspace. They needed a name, and well...
Below : happy Lovage the Frog. His story is a simple one : one day in Budapest (as these simple stories oft begin), while I played some racing game thing with the bimbo (who won), the pet was left to amuse herself ; and soon she excitedly rejoined us, bearing a gift. She had rescued the grinning guy from one of those plushie crush boxes with the big claw -- and he travelled with us ever since!
Never did he even in his wildest dreams imagine he'd leave Hungry, let alone Europe, let alone arrive to the one true motherland of all frogs (and especially the green ones). So delighted was he at his undreamt-of good fortune, he begged, bought or stole a little diplomatic sash in the approximate colors, to make himself a lavaliere or in any case some sort of celebratory bund.
Nameless colt in the directionless grasses.
Geese party hard, and sleep harder.
"Sulphuratus" doesn't automatically promise everything turns out well. These little guys are champion aviators, they readily harass falcons in flight, and yet, in the end...
It was a pleasant (not depicted) little trip, despite the array of inconveniences (not depicted). What's this article even about, then ? Why, something else. Something entirely else (not depicted).———
- Because of the black cock, see. [↩]