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(Транскрибовано за допомогою TurboScribe.ai. Оновити до Необмеженого, щоб прибрати це повідомлення.) Dr. Lastis is a goddess human born around

300 B.C. So

I bet they tell you I don't want

anyone in the vicinity of Oroboron.

Oh, no they don't.

That's better.

Now Dracor will finish her off.

You know you can't do that.

That's better.

Now Dracor will finish her off.

You know you can't do that.

That's better.

Now Dracor will finish her off.

I think the anemometer is finally holding in

on our errand, Dr. Lastis.

This is the moment we've been waiting for.

Enjoy splitting

her in half.

Do you see, Doc?

That's what we see.

I get it as much from the story

I believe our world may know.

I don't want, I don't want, I don't

want to be any of the bad guys.

I just want to see something that you

may not have.

I'm more than sorry if I'm not, you

little bastard.

You think you're on the screen?

See if you need to be, huh?

Clear this old copy of your journal, take

that.

Don't miss a thing, you little scoundrel.

Don't miss a thing, you little scoundrel.

Let me just say this.

This is a public moment because people have

got to know whether or not their president

is a crook.

Well, I'm not a crook.

Hey, bitch, what the motherfucker are you doing

standing up there on my street?

I want her ass, bitch.

This is my motherfucking street and you owe

me money.

Go get her, motherfucking whore.

I said get her.

As you can, bitch.

Ah, the little slut wants to play it

rough.

Okay, let's play it rough.

You better give me the money, cunt.

And then I'm gonna beat you black and

blue.

It looks like some whores never learn.

Try it back.

Good, here's another one.

Get up.

I said stand up.

I want my money.

The planet seems to have decreased in arsenal.

It appears to be in New York.

We just haven't located a bitch here yet.

The atomic compass is working with a 6

.6% accuracy.

Unfortunately, the DNA of the monitor is still

not functioning properly.

Okay, I'll take care of it.

That's better.

I can see where you're hiding out, buddy.

Stop.

Nothing so far.

Let's dig a bit deeper.

Shut up, bitch.

Okay, turn around.

Let's check you out.

Stop.

Some refugees, slut.

I'm going in.

Oh, yeah, you've got a nice tight ass.

Oh, yeah.

You like that stuff up your ass, don't

you?

What are you doing?

I'm after my money, you bitch.

Okay, you motherfucking asshole.

I don't care what your money is.

I call the police.

I own the police.

And now I own you.

Okay, bitch.

You'd like to kill her for free, then?

Well, that's what you're gonna do.

Hey.

Hmm.

The atomic compass points to somewhere in New

York.

Mid-Manhattan.

From the DNA monitor, it would appear to

be the late 20th century.

But with that time dilated, we can't get

proper peace.

We may have to call the engineer again.

Hello, little lassie.

You're a beautiful girl, aren't you?

What are you offering?

Looks like everything for free.

Can I be bad?

Hi.

Hi, nice pussy.

Nice bread.

I send you thanks.

Hi.

What a fortune, little lassie.

I can't fuck you today.

Oh, well.

You're such a little slut.

Oh, disgusting.

Ding dong.

Come, Sazhadirkar.

Fark me, Bovpuri.

Just go on, father.

Mentosh.

Do you love me?

Come, Sazhadirkar.

Good boy.

Come, come, bitch.

Without the police.

Good.

Okay, bitch.

Sazh.

Come, Sazh.

Come, sleep.

Sleep.

Here.

What's up?

What's up?

It's good.

It's good.

Yeah, you're killing me.

You're killing me.

It's

good.

It's

good.

Oh, that's much better.

Well done, Mr. Engineer.

You've done a good job.

Thank you very much, sir.

They're all fixing out here.

No problem, sir.

I'd like to see you in the field,

but it'll come in time.

I'll make you one.

You know what is working now, too.

I didn't say anything.

I didn't say anything.

It is true.

This is wonderful news.

Excellent.

The Anomatas managed to lock into the area.

What do we have here, then?

Oh, poor little lamb for his daughter.

Don't worry, dear.

I'm here now.

Oh, you seem to be covered in steam.

Never mind.

I'm here now to save you.

Save the many legs of the night.

Now I'm going to save you forever.

See you later, son.

She should be here any second.

Here she comes now.

Wait a minute.

I have an excellent idea.

Off you go.

As the time machine is now working perfectly,

why don't we have a multimedia teleportation?

I'll call the general and all the media

and see if we can get the last

teleporter back.

Hello, this is Professor Rosada.

Please put me through to General Zukor straight

away.

Yes, of course, it's important.

Police say the murderer bears all the hallmarks

of a feces killer.

Also known more crudely as the shit killer.

Forensic officers say the person the victim was

stripped of was a man playing a dog.

After the killer feels his victim has been

thoroughly trained, she is forced to urinate and

defecate.

He then forces his victim to eat her

own feces before cutting out her tongue, then

abandoning her, tied to a tree in a

remote part of the forest where she was

found dying of hypothermia.

That's all we have to store.

If anyone has any information that will help

lead to the conviction of the murderer, please

contact your local police station as soon as

possible.

Police psychologists say that the feces killer is

probably in his sixties.

I don't know.

If you know anyone like that, please let

me know.

What's this?

Well, hello, doggie.

Where'd you come from?

Looks like I've got myself a new stage

toy.

She's a bitch, too.

Well, well.

I think this little puppy needs to be

house trained.

Just stay there, you little bitch.

I'm gonna teach you a few tricks.

You're gonna get along real well.

Now I have my own very special training

methods.

See how...

That's it.

Up high.

Good bitch.

Do as I say and you won't get

punished.

Okay.

That's a good old bitch.

What a good girl you are.

Okay, let's see what we got here.

Very fine.

Right here.

Very firm and refined.

Yes, very nice indeed.

Oh, yes, nice bitches, too.

Okay, time for your first lesson.

Well, Professor Hortaga.

Please show me how your machine works.

Well, General Zul'Kov, it's very, very simple.

We attack particularly the last using sample of

her DNA.

In this case, we used her xanine juices.

Then, by using my xanine machine, we can

locate her exact bearings in time and space.

The DNA monitor reports that she's somewhere in

North America.

We should have her exact bearings on time

very soon.

There she is.

What?

Is it meant to do that?

No, but it doesn't matter.

We still logged into Dr. Last using the

atomic converse.

So, shall we leave her alone?

No.

If I can be a way for the

minions to arrive, then we can give them

one big show live on television.

Kill the bitch.

Kill her.

That's a good bitch.

Kill the woman.

Kill her.

That's good.

Kill her.

Kill her.

Over there.

That's her.

Kill the bitch.

Kill her.

That's a good girl.

Drop the bomb.

I said drop the bomb.

I said drop the bomb, bitch.