The car stopped right outside of a forest. “Um, Skipper? Are Ты sure this is the right place?” asked Private, staring at the vast unknown.
“Don’t worry,” сказал(-а) Skipper. “They’ll be here.”
As if on cue, two turkeys came out of the jungle. “Skipper! Me amigo!” сказал(-а) the taller turkey.
“Hello, Turk,” replied Skipper evenly.
Turk ushered the smaller turkey forward. “This is me son, Gobber.”
Gobber raised a hand. “Hello.”
Turk laughed. “Gobber here is about the same as that young ‘un back there.”
“Me?” asked Private, pointing to himself.
“Oui, nice accent,”...
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