Wretched Liar - A Little Drabble Do Ya
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“I vill keel you now, you meesirabul rrrat!”
“Is there not anything I can say in my defense, Adwar Aman?
“You violated my seester weeth your wretched Rushoon vays.”
“My wretched what? Oh… No, on my honor.”
The grip tightened as the blade drew a single drop of blood.”
Just then, a voice …
“Stop Adwar! I lied to you. Please, let him go.”
Napoleon stopped the narrative.
“She did that, for you?”
“Yes, she did. It is remarkable, is it not?”
“Hmmmm… I think I smell some wretched Rushoon vays.”
“Why, Napoleon, do you think I’m lying?”
“Da.”
“Nyet.”
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