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Сообщить о проблеме с переводом
🤐
Mal: "Mingo. Fanty."
Mingo (pointing to Fanty): "He's Mingo."
Mal: "He's Fanty. You're Mingo."
Mingo: "Ghahh! How is it you always know?"
Mal: "Fanty's prettier."
😘
OS/2 Skyways:
The terminal is almost empty, with only a few prospective passengers milling
about. The announcer says that their flight has just departed, wishes them a
good flight, though there are no planes on the runway. Airline personnel
walk around, apologising profusely to customers in hushed voices, pointing
from time to time to the sleek, powerful jets outside the terminal on the
field. They tell each passenger how good the real flight will be on these
new jets and how much safer it will be than Windows Airlines, but that they
will have to wait a little longer for the technicians to finish the flight
systems. Maybe until mid-1995. Maybe longer.
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1. Jelöld ki a számokat!!
2. Nyomd meg a Ctrl+F-et
3. Írd Bele hogy 8
4. Nézd Mi történt!! :DD