Lenin inside his space Hyperplane, feels familiar like a Cossack on a horse, like a couple hours he was not dying paralytic. Each foot finds its magasiner, driving a strange car. In my head POPs up information: graphicidentity, neutralize rest mass, so it cratoneuron fighter has no inertia. Wow! Not conceivable for his time with plywood biplanes maneuverability.

  Lenin throws his Hyperplan in the side. One! The store lights went out. However, you're making a maneuver, against which the loop of Nestor, like the Hippo dancing tango, and not even feel the movements like barsthere in the cafeteria.

  But no dozing. That's like a black velvet carpet of space burnt the corners of starships. The adversary broke out of the star abyss. However, the lights are still fruits and animals. Starships of the enemy, is also a hybrid of conventional propeller planes and mammals of all kinds. How beautiful and ridiculous!

  BIF-BIF ringing tone quipped:

  Like a beggar with a purse!

  Boo-Boo added to as wedged, maintaining a sparkling tone:

  - No laws!

  BIF-BIF slammed, blowing oily bubbles, wonky rhyme:

  - Boy smells like crazy!

  Almost immediately, the missiles were met with powerful detonating radiation. Most of them rushed straight into space, spewing the energy of billions of Hiroshima. Clown faces in the form of super-bright became much more throwing out dazzling languages. Some of the most successful, yet arrived to starships, hitting the cruiser sladkopojna. The car in the shape of a German Yu-188, and a Cheetah, sprinkled. Despite the seeming comicality of rockets that didn't look like Christmas decorations, the battle was real. Lenin thought he heard the screams of tens of thousands of melted and vaporized candies and candies. Horror, a sense of in space souls pain, each individual personality. Stupid is the one who thinks that candy is not able to feel, to dream. Every personality is also a universe: though small, but unique in its individuality!

  In space blossomed lush deadly flower, and in all directions scattered flaming fragments. His one rocket crushed in Princeps-plasma vortex frigate. A burning stream of vaporized partitions, corridors, cabins along with delicious chocolates.

  Lenin with the philosophy of foxes, noticed:

  - Not bad when the food runs out, and it is bad when the food talks!

  Sweet-eaters put in response, already several million rockets. It was like a fall of hailstones, only the hailstones exploded very brightly, though in a flash in the form of reflections of flowers in a crooked mirror. Comparison with fireworks too pathetic and not expressive.

  Give-give command:

  - Hurry up and pick up the pace! Total convergence!

  One of the ultra-battleships was seriously damaged. From a hole the size of a lunar crater that had disappeared in the hull, flaming air was ejected, burning in a vacuum: it resembled the eruption of lava of a thousand volcanoes of Krakatoa. It's just a show of fire. And along the corridors ran burgers, sausages, sausages, sandwiches. What frightened the similarity of the faces are skewed, who was not agile enough just burn.

  And burned in a frying pan cutlet is not the most pleasant sight.

  The Baroness Alabaster rubbed her paw baked crust of his lover, the page of the Magician-Bush:

  - Well, that my appetizing a boy? It seems the show has begun!

  Dust leaping sung:

  - The show has begun - hands together, legs apart! Moisten all sortite - baking live!

  The frigate jolted, jerked the rocket flows hyperplastic particles, licked, deadly tongue body. The wing of the Oriole vibrated like a guitar string.

  The Baroness threw gum in your mouth from manure crocodile dandelion, extremely fragrant, and its refreshing:

  - What same without shake there is no movement, without death evolution!

  MAG-Bush burst into a Nightingale:

  - Evolution is what happens in adult movies! But in Hell, too, no, know candy, there burns a fierce Tuffet!

  The tip of the meat eaters go deeper into the belly of the Armada of sweet eaters. In this case, it was like trying to drill a convex lens from many millions of starships. Only sparks fell...

  As convergence: the exchange of blows became harder and harder, in the course went already and cinecurve kinesiologie cannon emitters. The principle of their action as did the Leaders of the world proletariat negovanovic, with transfer constants finishing spray interaction thermomolecular or simply magomarcelo synthesis, a corny electromagnetic striking effect. Such very frequent impulses, annihilation shells without mass: consisting of a continuous combined energy.

  Here's frigates entered inescarable contact: as seen from the pulse spread of a rotating tower on the wings. Torn in half cutlet moaned hysterically, and her friend's sausage was burned by a third and scattering crystal tears, howling:

  I'm miserable! Disabled! My meat, from the cow hurts!

  Slightly singed sausage tried to console:

  - There would be bones, and meat, itself will increase!

  Nipple howled even harder:

  - Now even ketchup won't help me have kids?

  Meatlug pulling out of the pierced flesh antenna and flicking chunks of sauce with flavorful fatty gravy, and smiled:

  - Yes that would still increase the population!