- And the individual owner of this disgusting factory of brain cars...
- Certainly, but it is a terrible secret! Even on the Planet of Villains about it know not everything, but those who knows, prefer
to keep mum. At them there it is strict: has let out - on the conveyor...
- But you why do not revolt? Why do not refuse to work? Be afraid, what you then will kill? So the death, than such
existence is better...
- Yes, the death is better... But you see this red button on the panel, Galja from the Earth? At refusal... Yes that there, at the
slightest error in calculations the operator presses this button, and all of us then feel a painful, intolerable pain. You also
cannot present such torments to yourself...
- And this black box...
- In it our Iridescent Coast. In it green sand, brown groves and the violet sea of my native land... Eh, yes what to speak! -
Pogodi. And how those who buys these terrible cars? Really all of them such unscrupulous villains? - Is not present, certainly.
Simply nobody knows, how they are arranged, these cars.
On purchase and sale conditions categorically it is not recommended to open them...
Yes if who opens them, what he there will see? - So after all they can tell cars to owners, who actually...
- All cars are mute. I - the unique knot, capable to talk...
So it is made under the special order, and I am not counted. Well, and buyers warn that in case of hitch or discrepancy in
work it is necessary to press some times the red button, that's all... But we have distracted.
I continue. It already concerns you, your fellow tribesmen and your planet...
So, once the Great Octopus indulged in short after-dinner rest. It luxuriated in the gold pool filled with a strong solution copper
kuporosa, and four sad one-eyed slaves from a planet of Bamba massed it razdutuju the spotty hulk electric brushes
energised in five hundred fifty volt. The great Octopus shivered and shuddered from pleasure, but thus did not forget about
affairs - listened to the report true klevreta and the executor of the most thin commissions of Meesa who hung before it
headfirst, having muffled in wide kozhistye wings.
By the way, Mees is there was a nickname, and it meant Simply vile Old man.
It is necessary to consider possibly, this minute as the beginning of an epoch of great disasters and tests which soon will
inevitably fall upon inhabitants of a green planet the Earth for this minute has burst a telecall call.
- Who there still!. - the Great Octopus has grumbled. - let in.
Mees has extended a long white trunk and has included the telescreen, and before the Great Octopus there was an
unattractive image of its first adviser concerning a science and technicians Iskusnika Krega - a spider from anonymous
system of an anonymous neutron star, the unscrupulous founder of cars on live brains and the inventor of the terrible
- Hi, Great, - has hissed Iskusnik Kreg and has stretched through the screen of a terrible kind a shaggy paw with a poisonous
hook on the end.
- Greetings, Iskusnik! - the Great Octopus has responded and has cautiously shaken the stretched paw from a terrible kind a
feeler set by moving suckers.