This morning Jukin understood the universe.
as proposed by Tim
running up the street at home, he hopped. During his klégniole it was always the greater good. When he approached the wall, a thick black smoke flew out of the garden. He urged calm in his way and stumbled. The party wall was smashed in the center. A huge rocky sphere replaced him. Black as coal, it still glowed in some places, throwing sawdust into the atmosphere.
Between the broken bricks, Jukin approached cautiously, he still stumbled. Behind the hot mass, his neighbor Sirunyk grumbled as usual. But on seeing him, a gleam appeared in his eyes dull.
_ It's my meteor anyway. It is in my garden and I saw him first stammered, his voice hoarse and deaf.
Jukin did not raise too fascinated by the spectacle. Around the sphere, the impact was evidenced by streaks in concentric projections that had been waving the earth. Although immobile, the scene seemed alive. The heat made the air bubble on a good scope and the regular glow gave the impression of a breath. He thought even see the surface of the meteor dilate. And distribution of bricks smashed gave still see the movement of the explosion. The black smoke rising in a thin stream now complete the picture.
_ I'm sorry neighbors, but the right of property applies only to possession of the private spaces. In other words, as the meteor leans more towards me, threw me to it there suddenly a way to challenge.
It was not certain that the rock star more than most about him was as much a vague impression that a desire to tease.
legal terms were visibly affected Sirunyk. He did not reply, but began conscientiously to judge the size of the space between the end of the meteor and its wall, while emitting a rumbling of discontent. While Jukin watched half amused half appalled, small breasts hairy black coal were detached from the surface of the stone sidereal and slipped under his door.
Sirunyk bent his head in his garden. He finally stepped over the remains of wall and watched the meteor side Jukin, still grumbling. Without that they can not see them, hundreds of dark and hairy breasts took off to the side of the meteor Sirunyk and entered his house at full speed through the door remained ajar.
Then her doorbell rang: It
_ Petro brings me my meat, threw Sirunyk ironing the other side to move towards its gate.
It was the butcher in the neighborhood, much appreciated for its quality than its offal puns. Jukin found them particularly heavy, but appreciated the good humor of the man. Petro appeared a great smile that melted immediately opposite the meteor to make room for a gaping mouth and soft. He almost let go in his bloody package:
_ Cte dung that you have the little green men! Its deck was
yet tried. He used to wear summer and winter, with nothing underneath. It was not so big but so fat that no one cared that he cold in winter. A circle of black curly hair making a wreath around his head made him look round the Roman period decadence. Pretending
pride, Sirunyk tried the shot: This is MY
_ meteor.
_ Well my friend, it makes you the star of the scavenger!
Sirunyk laughs outright. Jukin had never seen it. As it flew its gloom for a moment.
_ My dear neighbor walks a bit, he says, the meteor leans over me, so it's mine.
Siru _ He's right. This is the one that has the biggest tip that keeps everything to himself. It's like the fat from ham.
Sirunyk approached Petro:
_ You really think it looks to him? That's it for him?
_ Ben my friend, it's the same day we supply to the slaughterhouse. The former butcher who cares its paw on a piece of meat, it's for his pear.
Sirunyk went to burn your hand on the rock.
_ No! They come from the sky our carcasses. Here is the ... ...
_ The property, completed Jukin before stumbling slightly.
_ Yes. Property matters.
Sirunyk darkened immediately. He moved slowly toward the wall and looked the part of the meteor Jukin side. Petro stepped past him and the rest of wall.
_ I would, "he wrote to Jukin who nodded his chin.
_ Oh yeah, there perhaps have a little thing queques y'm seems. It is played with a sheepskin your story.
Sirunyk passed from one leg and leaned against the wall Jukin. While in line, he hoped to discover evidence that he deserved more than this meteor.
_ Well my Jukin, let me remind you that I your discretion and always appreciated your passion for meat. Do not forget the beautiful pieces I found in your collection when you touch millions with your meteor, "said Petro with a discreet nod to punctuate his sentence before an exaggerated step behind the shoulder.
Sirunyk gave him a black look. Jukin merely smiled slightly before moving and adding almost for him
_ This monstrous rock is fascinating.
The others listened in silence. Imagine drifting
_ even before the earth exists. Through the cold of the sidereal void. And during that time majestic, he was always alone. Until today. The bells
reasoned houses simultaneously, making them jumped all 3. Jukin Sirunyk and looked, worried. Petro watched them move slowly toward their gate after the second bell conclusive.
advantage of the diversion, dozens of small tits dirty hair sprang still meteor. Now they had all fled into the houses. When the gates opened in unison, two teams of four guys in suits came forward. They all wore respirators. Their ties had the shape of a rocket and frames of their sunglasses are accented with gold reproductions of satellites, which gave them a grotesque despite the seriousness and austerity of the rest of the uniform. A guy from each team, down, wore a small silver briefcase. Petro
watched the scene from the meteor, it felt like seeing double. Fortunately Sirunyk and Jukin not alike.
_ We are of extraterrestrial research department of the European Space Agency, launched in sync the two greatest men in costume on both sides of the wall. We detected a small meteor impact in your garden. The government will redeem you.
_ is the jackpot guys! Petro roared behind them.
They did not follow him in his enthusiasm. Both teams entered and fanned out around the rock. In following the lead, Jukin had the impression that the meteor was smaller and lighter, he stumbled. Butcher parted cautiously, keeping his big smile. Two types filed their case and seized a box. They waved to the surrounding air, scanning the dials of levels. When a green light lit up on top, a slight relief was felt among them, they took off their masks. The two leaders resumed
simultaneously
_ The meteor does not emit radioactivity or hazardous gases. You will receive the maximum compensatory award.
At this word Sirunyk turned to Petro and Jukin:
_ You see, it's all MY meteor. However
_ Sir, We pay in proportion to the property.
Sirunyk turned away, frowning. The same information produced opposite effects on both sides of the wall. _
Our records show a satellite distribution of 61/39, was announced later Jukin Sirunyk and 39/61 side.
latter dropped spontaneously "no! "And the long facades, a package of breasts slipped from the door of Sirunyk than Jukin.
_ No 39/61! he lost his temper in a hoarse voice. Even 45/55 would be an exaggeration, there is no 39/61.
_ sir. The satellite measurement is extremely reliable. And our special agent with the responsibility to validate this measure, "was the laconic reply.
_ No 39/61. Where is your special agent? I'll talk to him. There is no 39/61. You lose all reason.
He stopped because everyone was silent and stared into the air. A hum cleared his throat above his head. He discovered the remains posted on the wall, another man dressed not at all grotesque. He had slipped the tip of his tie between two buttons of his shirt and not wearing dark glasses. Yet his eyes were still more confidential. His voice fills the whole space then: _
sir. I am the voice of the state. I am mandated to validate the measurements by satellites my expertise. My unique skills are infallible. I declare a correction satellite offset west of a value of 1%. The final allocation is 62/38 in favor of Mr. Jukin.
Sirunyk opened a huge mouth by sucking air noisily. A second package of breasts black Jukin joined the house from the door of his neighbor. This time everyone noticed.
On the same movement they headed toward the door. The special agent had disappeared. Facing the unexpected, somewhat faded uniforms, to reveal the men below. The puzzled looks were exchanged by stealth, either between staff, between Petro, Sirunyk or Jukin, but also between the agents and 3 inhabitants. Tacitly, they left Jukin close the door first. He stumbled. No suspicious noise could be heard from inside. It was almost scary. The heads of the costumes out their guns and gave him a nod. He unlocked the lock and grabbed the handle. Sirunyk rotation anxiety.
Jukin closed his eyes, turning the latch which creaked vulgarly. For a brief moment, nothing moved. The door opened then, but nothing came of them, as everyone waited even hoped. Jukin stared at the men around him, Petro was no longer smiling, he rushed home.
Everything was dark inside, he sought the switch in touch and action. His residence remained black. Yet the lamp burned. Lighting only sent him a slight shine and he identified the bristles that covered everything. He thought he had been miniaturized and slipped into a nasal cavity, but a ripple wall and brought him back to reality: thousands of spheres breast hairy crawling on walls and furniture. Enters one of the leaders after him, the gun forward and froze as facing a dead end. It had to do the same mental journey that ultimately Jukin because he pointed his gun at the hair and then waved him out.
Once outside, he called the second head. During this time, and Petro Sirunyk Jukin questioned look. The latter could qu'hausser shoulders. When Petro approached the door, an officer held him at bay.
_ You're not curious about what they saw in there for? he let go.
The man remained impassive.
_ You're a funny disco Cerberus with your glasses!
Apparently the man was well trained.
The two leaders isolated themselves into a corner and came out a communications box. Sirunyk approached to protest the distribution. They pointèrent immediately with their weapon.
_ hairs? Petro
trying to squeeze Jukin information. He was not happy when he returned a try with the guard.
Jukin advanced towards the meteor and stumbled again, he decided he was there. _I
you refile the most beautiful parts of a sheep and you let me, it's worth! Petro tried. The two leaders seemed
acquiesce in the direction of the small lens on top of the box and finished them aside as well. They came in and spoke to both saccade inhabitants
_ Following the discovery of this disgusting and miserable extraterrestrial life, which thrives and proliferates throughout our universe, your meteor loses all value. The ESA is no longer interested in his redemption. As
response to those words, a discreet hum arose. Both teams fell back a long maneuver repeated. Immediately, the gates were shut on the empty gardens. Momentary silence.
Sirunyk understood the consequences and then turned to Jukin:
_ is your meteor, it is worth nothing, make it what you want, "he growled before a move to dodge his garden.
Seems he triggered by these new words, the buzz intensified. Sirunyk stopped. The 3 people looked away quickly before the door that vibrated Jukin. Past the hole in the wall, they saw one of Sirunyk that vibrated too, though less intensely.
The growl was so scary. A scraping multiple drumming on the wood to a hellish pace. He even seemed to swell. The doors gave way.
The cloud of coal tits flew away from the frames. An unknown substance was animate these creatures as they were flying without wings with a little muffled noise. There were thousands yet.
A hundred of them formed a thin spiral line around the meteor which began to rotate. The kinetic energy tore the ground, a fluid path he joined the cosmos. A few seconds later it was over.
time to understand what had happened, went over in his garden Sirunyk directly through the hole, dropping: It was good _
TON meteor.
Petro Can and Jukin heard the door slam. A muffled scream and then heard the door opened. Hairy rose in a last skyward. The door slammed again, even louder
They looked and smiled. Petro handed the piece of meat he had always kept at hand. As he made a Jukin incredulous expression, he asked him squarely in the palm before turning and leaving quietly. Although his buttocks with red halos visible under the knot of the apron will spend much unnoticed.
Jukin, now alone, regretted not being able to touch the meteor. Futile and vain that this gesture may seem, to the greed that seemed to govern the universe, he had hoped that the sensation of a millennium rock and metaphysical symbol behind this contact would reconcile with the mystery at the origin of life . He went to his door and stumbled.
Between the broken bricks, Jukin approached cautiously, he still stumbled. Behind the hot mass, his neighbor Sirunyk grumbled as usual. But on seeing him, a gleam appeared in his eyes dull.
_ It's my meteor anyway. It is in my garden and I saw him first stammered, his voice hoarse and deaf.
Jukin did not raise too fascinated by the spectacle. Around the sphere, the impact was evidenced by streaks in concentric projections that had been waving the earth. Although immobile, the scene seemed alive. The heat made the air bubble on a good scope and the regular glow gave the impression of a breath. He thought even see the surface of the meteor dilate. And distribution of bricks smashed gave still see the movement of the explosion. The black smoke rising in a thin stream now complete the picture.
_ I'm sorry neighbors, but the right of property applies only to possession of the private spaces. In other words, as the meteor leans more towards me, threw me to it there suddenly a way to challenge.
It was not certain that the rock star more than most about him was as much a vague impression that a desire to tease.
legal terms were visibly affected Sirunyk. He did not reply, but began conscientiously to judge the size of the space between the end of the meteor and its wall, while emitting a rumbling of discontent. While Jukin watched half amused half appalled, small breasts hairy black coal were detached from the surface of the stone sidereal and slipped under his door.
Sirunyk bent his head in his garden. He finally stepped over the remains of wall and watched the meteor side Jukin, still grumbling. Without that they can not see them, hundreds of dark and hairy breasts took off to the side of the meteor Sirunyk and entered his house at full speed through the door remained ajar.
Then her doorbell rang: It
_ Petro brings me my meat, threw Sirunyk ironing the other side to move towards its gate.
It was the butcher in the neighborhood, much appreciated for its quality than its offal puns. Jukin found them particularly heavy, but appreciated the good humor of the man. Petro appeared a great smile that melted immediately opposite the meteor to make room for a gaping mouth and soft. He almost let go in his bloody package:
_ Cte dung that you have the little green men! Its deck was
yet tried. He used to wear summer and winter, with nothing underneath. It was not so big but so fat that no one cared that he cold in winter. A circle of black curly hair making a wreath around his head made him look round the Roman period decadence. Pretending
pride, Sirunyk tried the shot: This is MY
_ meteor.
_ Well my friend, it makes you the star of the scavenger!
Sirunyk laughs outright. Jukin had never seen it. As it flew its gloom for a moment.
_ My dear neighbor walks a bit, he says, the meteor leans over me, so it's mine.
Siru _ He's right. This is the one that has the biggest tip that keeps everything to himself. It's like the fat from ham.
Sirunyk approached Petro:
_ You really think it looks to him? That's it for him?
_ Ben my friend, it's the same day we supply to the slaughterhouse. The former butcher who cares its paw on a piece of meat, it's for his pear.
Sirunyk went to burn your hand on the rock.
_ No! They come from the sky our carcasses. Here is the ... ...
_ The property, completed Jukin before stumbling slightly.
_ Yes. Property matters.
Sirunyk darkened immediately. He moved slowly toward the wall and looked the part of the meteor Jukin side. Petro stepped past him and the rest of wall.
_ I would, "he wrote to Jukin who nodded his chin.
_ Oh yeah, there perhaps have a little thing queques y'm seems. It is played with a sheepskin your story.
Sirunyk passed from one leg and leaned against the wall Jukin. While in line, he hoped to discover evidence that he deserved more than this meteor.
_ Well my Jukin, let me remind you that I your discretion and always appreciated your passion for meat. Do not forget the beautiful pieces I found in your collection when you touch millions with your meteor, "said Petro with a discreet nod to punctuate his sentence before an exaggerated step behind the shoulder.
Sirunyk gave him a black look. Jukin merely smiled slightly before moving and adding almost for him
_ This monstrous rock is fascinating.
The others listened in silence. Imagine drifting
_ even before the earth exists. Through the cold of the sidereal void. And during that time majestic, he was always alone. Until today. The bells
reasoned houses simultaneously, making them jumped all 3. Jukin Sirunyk and looked, worried. Petro watched them move slowly toward their gate after the second bell conclusive.
advantage of the diversion, dozens of small tits dirty hair sprang still meteor. Now they had all fled into the houses. When the gates opened in unison, two teams of four guys in suits came forward. They all wore respirators. Their ties had the shape of a rocket and frames of their sunglasses are accented with gold reproductions of satellites, which gave them a grotesque despite the seriousness and austerity of the rest of the uniform. A guy from each team, down, wore a small silver briefcase. Petro
watched the scene from the meteor, it felt like seeing double. Fortunately Sirunyk and Jukin not alike.
_ We are of extraterrestrial research department of the European Space Agency, launched in sync the two greatest men in costume on both sides of the wall. We detected a small meteor impact in your garden. The government will redeem you.
_ is the jackpot guys! Petro roared behind them.
They did not follow him in his enthusiasm. Both teams entered and fanned out around the rock. In following the lead, Jukin had the impression that the meteor was smaller and lighter, he stumbled. Butcher parted cautiously, keeping his big smile. Two types filed their case and seized a box. They waved to the surrounding air, scanning the dials of levels. When a green light lit up on top, a slight relief was felt among them, they took off their masks. The two leaders resumed
simultaneously
_ The meteor does not emit radioactivity or hazardous gases. You will receive the maximum compensatory award.
At this word Sirunyk turned to Petro and Jukin:
_ You see, it's all MY meteor. However
_ Sir, We pay in proportion to the property.
Sirunyk turned away, frowning. The same information produced opposite effects on both sides of the wall. _
Our records show a satellite distribution of 61/39, was announced later Jukin Sirunyk and 39/61 side.
latter dropped spontaneously "no! "And the long facades, a package of breasts slipped from the door of Sirunyk than Jukin.
_ No 39/61! he lost his temper in a hoarse voice. Even 45/55 would be an exaggeration, there is no 39/61.
_ sir. The satellite measurement is extremely reliable. And our special agent with the responsibility to validate this measure, "was the laconic reply.
_ No 39/61. Where is your special agent? I'll talk to him. There is no 39/61. You lose all reason.
He stopped because everyone was silent and stared into the air. A hum cleared his throat above his head. He discovered the remains posted on the wall, another man dressed not at all grotesque. He had slipped the tip of his tie between two buttons of his shirt and not wearing dark glasses. Yet his eyes were still more confidential. His voice fills the whole space then: _
sir. I am the voice of the state. I am mandated to validate the measurements by satellites my expertise. My unique skills are infallible. I declare a correction satellite offset west of a value of 1%. The final allocation is 62/38 in favor of Mr. Jukin.
Sirunyk opened a huge mouth by sucking air noisily. A second package of breasts black Jukin joined the house from the door of his neighbor. This time everyone noticed.
On the same movement they headed toward the door. The special agent had disappeared. Facing the unexpected, somewhat faded uniforms, to reveal the men below. The puzzled looks were exchanged by stealth, either between staff, between Petro, Sirunyk or Jukin, but also between the agents and 3 inhabitants. Tacitly, they left Jukin close the door first. He stumbled. No suspicious noise could be heard from inside. It was almost scary. The heads of the costumes out their guns and gave him a nod. He unlocked the lock and grabbed the handle. Sirunyk rotation anxiety.
Jukin closed his eyes, turning the latch which creaked vulgarly. For a brief moment, nothing moved. The door opened then, but nothing came of them, as everyone waited even hoped. Jukin stared at the men around him, Petro was no longer smiling, he rushed home.
Everything was dark inside, he sought the switch in touch and action. His residence remained black. Yet the lamp burned. Lighting only sent him a slight shine and he identified the bristles that covered everything. He thought he had been miniaturized and slipped into a nasal cavity, but a ripple wall and brought him back to reality: thousands of spheres breast hairy crawling on walls and furniture. Enters one of the leaders after him, the gun forward and froze as facing a dead end. It had to do the same mental journey that ultimately Jukin because he pointed his gun at the hair and then waved him out.
Once outside, he called the second head. During this time, and Petro Sirunyk Jukin questioned look. The latter could qu'hausser shoulders. When Petro approached the door, an officer held him at bay.
_ You're not curious about what they saw in there for? he let go.
The man remained impassive.
_ You're a funny disco Cerberus with your glasses!
Apparently the man was well trained.
The two leaders isolated themselves into a corner and came out a communications box. Sirunyk approached to protest the distribution. They pointèrent immediately with their weapon.
_ hairs? Petro
trying to squeeze Jukin information. He was not happy when he returned a try with the guard.
Jukin advanced towards the meteor and stumbled again, he decided he was there. _I
you refile the most beautiful parts of a sheep and you let me, it's worth! Petro tried. The two leaders seemed
acquiesce in the direction of the small lens on top of the box and finished them aside as well. They came in and spoke to both saccade inhabitants
_ Following the discovery of this disgusting and miserable extraterrestrial life, which thrives and proliferates throughout our universe, your meteor loses all value. The ESA is no longer interested in his redemption. As
response to those words, a discreet hum arose. Both teams fell back a long maneuver repeated. Immediately, the gates were shut on the empty gardens. Momentary silence.
Sirunyk understood the consequences and then turned to Jukin:
_ is your meteor, it is worth nothing, make it what you want, "he growled before a move to dodge his garden.
Seems he triggered by these new words, the buzz intensified. Sirunyk stopped. The 3 people looked away quickly before the door that vibrated Jukin. Past the hole in the wall, they saw one of Sirunyk that vibrated too, though less intensely.
The growl was so scary. A scraping multiple drumming on the wood to a hellish pace. He even seemed to swell. The doors gave way.
The cloud of coal tits flew away from the frames. An unknown substance was animate these creatures as they were flying without wings with a little muffled noise. There were thousands yet.
A hundred of them formed a thin spiral line around the meteor which began to rotate. The kinetic energy tore the ground, a fluid path he joined the cosmos. A few seconds later it was over.
time to understand what had happened, went over in his garden Sirunyk directly through the hole, dropping: It was good _
TON meteor.
Petro Can and Jukin heard the door slam. A muffled scream and then heard the door opened. Hairy rose in a last skyward. The door slammed again, even louder
They looked and smiled. Petro handed the piece of meat he had always kept at hand. As he made a Jukin incredulous expression, he asked him squarely in the palm before turning and leaving quietly. Although his buttocks with red halos visible under the knot of the apron will spend much unnoticed.
Jukin, now alone, regretted not being able to touch the meteor. Futile and vain that this gesture may seem, to the greed that seemed to govern the universe, he had hoped that the sensation of a millennium rock and metaphysical symbol behind this contact would reconcile with the mystery at the origin of life . He went to his door and stumbled.
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