It's been a regular день at the zoo, as usual, день was warm, there were a few clouds in the sky, but not a hint of rain. Our heroes, the penguins were quietly sitting down, settling in for the night, when a knock was heard in the fishbowl entrance. "Who the heck is out there?" asked Skipper, punching Rico's stomach to get a flamethrower, just in case it was a robbery. He hesitantly opened the fishbowl entrance, to see there was no one there, but a scroll of paper at his feet. Skipper picked it up, curious, and he went down and shut the hatch. "What's this message we have here Kowalski?" asked Skipper. "Looks like a document to me, very official-looking too. Possibly from the mother country of Antarctica," сказал(-а) Kowalski. "I could tell too, because it has the Antarctic печать on it," thought Skipper. They hesitantly opened the note. "Skippah, what's that ya got there?" asked Private. "Its a note from the mother country, now go back to sleep Private, Ты got a very long день ahead of Ты okay?" asked Skipper. Rico was meanwhile snoring away and rolling around in his bunk. Finally, Skipper and Kowalski started opening the very strange scroll.
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The message read:
Whoever reads this, I'm most welcome, to welcome Ты to my mansion. Do please allow me to introduce myself. Richard Dodgeson Walter, name me whatver Ты can, and no, don't call me RDW. It's retarded. Anyway, I would like to invite these......special, Друзья of yours to come over. To a ужин party. A cocktail, lobster, fresh fish, whatever Ты guys would desire. Maybe we could discuss politics, make a joke, fool around, be idiots for the night, etc. I hope Ты accept my offer, because I've been expecting Ты and your Друзья for quite a while. Antarctica has changed a lot, you've only seen the surface, but it is BELOW the ground where we have major industry, skyscrapers, palaces, 45 story bars and casinos!!! All Ты can get in the human world, but Ты live among it. Oh, and don't try nothing strange on anyone there. Especially me.
Sincerely with deep longing,
Richard D. Walter, Emperor of Antarctica
PS: Careful where Ты step there, you'll be escorted tomorow.
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When Skipper finished reading, he was surprised. First of all, the most powerful пингвин in his mother country invited his Друзья and himself to dinner. Secondly, he never knew about underground cities in the Antarctic subterranea. "Skipper, this doesn't sound very good, an escort? They might drag us around, mistaking us for bad guys, and send us to jail!!" yelled Kowalski, worried. "At least he's inviting us to dinner, we can't refuse the request of the ruler of our country!! It'll be morally wrong, and he could put us in a jail if we don't comply to his wishes,' replied Skipper. "That may be true, but he's an emperor!!! Not like the presidents we have here in the States," argued Kowalski. "But Obama sucks anyways, they only voted for him just cause they thought the idea of a first black president was cool," сказал(-а) Skipper, headed for his bunk. "By god I hope he just wants ужин with us, not death for us," сказал(-а) Kowalski, yawning and closing his eyes. "The день will be long tomorow, then we'll be eating with the emperor, how scary that thought is, considering we've never met the guy," yawned Skipper, then, he closed his eyelids, and finally drifted to a deep sleep.
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The message read:
Whoever reads this, I'm most welcome, to welcome Ты to my mansion. Do please allow me to introduce myself. Richard Dodgeson Walter, name me whatver Ты can, and no, don't call me RDW. It's retarded. Anyway, I would like to invite these......special, Друзья of yours to come over. To a ужин party. A cocktail, lobster, fresh fish, whatever Ты guys would desire. Maybe we could discuss politics, make a joke, fool around, be idiots for the night, etc. I hope Ты accept my offer, because I've been expecting Ты and your Друзья for quite a while. Antarctica has changed a lot, you've only seen the surface, but it is BELOW the ground where we have major industry, skyscrapers, palaces, 45 story bars and casinos!!! All Ты can get in the human world, but Ты live among it. Oh, and don't try nothing strange on anyone there. Especially me.
Sincerely with deep longing,
Richard D. Walter, Emperor of Antarctica
PS: Careful where Ты step there, you'll be escorted tomorow.
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When Skipper finished reading, he was surprised. First of all, the most powerful пингвин in his mother country invited his Друзья and himself to dinner. Secondly, he never knew about underground cities in the Antarctic subterranea. "Skipper, this doesn't sound very good, an escort? They might drag us around, mistaking us for bad guys, and send us to jail!!" yelled Kowalski, worried. "At least he's inviting us to dinner, we can't refuse the request of the ruler of our country!! It'll be morally wrong, and he could put us in a jail if we don't comply to his wishes,' replied Skipper. "That may be true, but he's an emperor!!! Not like the presidents we have here in the States," argued Kowalski. "But Obama sucks anyways, they only voted for him just cause they thought the idea of a first black president was cool," сказал(-а) Skipper, headed for his bunk. "By god I hope he just wants ужин with us, not death for us," сказал(-а) Kowalski, yawning and closing his eyes. "The день will be long tomorow, then we'll be eating with the emperor, how scary that thought is, considering we've never met the guy," yawned Skipper, then, he closed his eyelids, and finally drifted to a deep sleep.
