"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Carmen Sollicitationis

Orrore! L’amato Conte ci chiama a raccolta e noi dobbiamo rispondere, confratelli mutanti. Il momento è grave e urgono contromisure, bisogna organizzare la resistenza e soprattutto predisporre una squadra di liberazione per tutti i malcapitati che dovessero (il Cielo non voglia!) cadere nelle grinfie dell’inquisizio e ed essere sottoposte al Terribile Tormento (Dario Baldambembo è più di quanto un essere umano possa sopportare senza che i suoi nervi si schiantino e il suo cuore ceda). Ahimé, improrogabili impegni di lavoro – sicuramente frapposti tra me e il mio dovere da qualche infiltrato dell’odiato nemico – mi impediscono di dedicarmi subito a questa incombenza. Tra pochi minuti dovrò inforcare la mia Bugatti verde (evocata da un De Lempicka, naturalmente) e recarmi in quel di Pavia. Avessi le facoltà della bella Sarah, potessi recarmi nella cittadella con un battito di ciglia e ritorno! Ma non temete, la mia mente sarà concentrata sulla missione e, per quanto io sia sicura che agguati e attentati cercheranno di impedirmi di tornare alla mia magione, vi prometto che sarò presto di ritorno con una proposta di piano d’attacco già ben delineata. All’armi, mutanti! All’armi!

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4 Comments
  • contenebbia
    Posted at 15:22h, 18 June Reply

    Mia eroina! I Mutanti tutti non posson che esserti grati per l’entusiasmo che sprizza dalle tue parole come acqua di sorgente!

  • Conigliolo
    Posted at 17:02h, 18 June Reply

    Stanotte il Cialtrone colpirà

  • Milesia
    Posted at 17:08h, 18 June Reply

    La Dark Lady della Milonga è pronta.

    Attendo le mosse del Cialtrone.

    Consegnatemi Ratzinger VIVO!!

    Consegnatemelo!!!!!!

  • lilith70
    Posted at 18:20h, 18 June Reply

    cialtrone gheis

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