A-voice-in-the-evening-air: Help, Gaylordman!
Galylordman: Gaylordman, to the rescue! Quickly, to the GayMobil! Gaylordman, Awayyyyyy!!!!! La florarie!
(fundal: “ta-nananananana ta-nananananana”)
Gaylordman: O floare, bunule om!
Floraru’: Gata shefu! Se rezolva! Ete, na! un trandafir special pt domnisoara dumneavoastra! Uite ce frumos e! Nu se mai gasesc asa frumosi la ora asta! Ete, e si frumos ambalat, cu staniol si celofan shi fundita.
Dr. Commonsense (Gaylordman’s arch enemy): She’s really not into flowers! Don’t do it Gaylordman!You shall regret this!
Gaylordman: No! I shall resist you! Flowers….i…must…buy…roses!
Dr. Commonsense: Bha! macar ia niste zambile. Iti plac si tie. Sunt frumoase. Sunt de primavara. Miros foarte frumos.
Gaylordman: Hmmm…I…shall…buy…hyacinths. ….I…like…hyacints.
Floraru’: Ah, shefu’! Nu-ti place cu celofan? Hai ca-l dam jos. Ete ce frumos e acum. Asha, simplu.
Gaylordman: Yes! Thank you, Florarule! You saved me! Be gone, Dr. Commonsense!
Dr. Commonsense: Ah! sigur nu vrei sa iei si un buchet de zambile? poate te razgandesti cu trandafirul. Nooooo! I have been defeated! We shall meet again, Gaylordman!
Gaylordman: No! It shall be a rose! Only one. we don’t wanna get cocky. (or do we? )
Cetatenii: Thank you, Gaylordman! you saved the day, again!
Gaylordman: I AM Gaylordman!
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