Камрад
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101 партия. День третий. Желтый бульдозер.
Ход якудзы:
Лодка мчалась по волнам. Впереди лежал нелегкий путь, ибо поверхность планеты, если говорить о географии, была представлена скалистыми островами, разделенными очень красивыми, но до отвращения большими океанами.
Лодка мчалась.
Лодка прыгала на волнах моря, в котором были разбросаны острова единственного мало-мальски пригодного для жизни архипелага.
Толпа затаила дыхание, ослепленная солнцем и искусством мореплавания, которое демонстрировал Зафод. Его лодка то зарывалась в волны, то высоко взлетала на пенистые гребни, расчерчивая море широкими зигзагами.
По правде говоря, лодке вообще незачем было касаться воды, так как ее поддерживал тончайший слой ионизированных атомов. Но для пущего эффекта ее оснастили крыльями, и те со свистом рассекали поверхность моря, поднимая в воздух сверкающие на солнце каскады воды, которые, бурля и пенясь, смыкались за кормой.
Библброкс любил эффекты.
Он резко вывернул штурвал, лодка описала полукруг и опустилась в воду перед скалистым берегом.
Три миллиарда зрителей приветствовали экс-Президента. На самом деле трех миллиардов здесь, разумеется, не было, однако они наблюдали за происходящим посредством камеры, услужливо реявшей над лодкой.
Камера дала крупный план наиболее популярной из двух голов экс-Президента, и Зафод помахал зрителям всеми тремя руками.
Огромная прозрачная сфера, покачиваясь из стороны в сторону и сверкая на ярком солнце, подплыла к лодке. Внутри сферы находился широкий полукруглый диван. Чем сильнее раскачивалась сфера, тем неподвижнее становился диван - этакая зачехленная скала.
Пройдя сквозь радужную оболочку, Зафод развалился на диване. Вода вскипела, и сфера на невидимых реактивных струях рванулась ввысь, каскады капель срывались с ее поверхности и падали в море.
Зафод Библброкс лучился от удовольствия, пытаясь вообразить, как выглядит со стороны.
Якудза убила честного М-Х
Ход ассассина:
Mr Prosser was surprised and slightly alarmed to find that Arthur had company.
"Yes? Hello?" he called. "Has Mr Dent come to his senses yet?"
"Can we for the moment," called Ford, "assume that he hasn't?"
"Well?" sighed Mr Prosser.
"And can we also assume," said Ford, "that he's going to be staying here all day?"
"So?"
"So all your men are going to be standing around all day doing nothing?"
"Could be, could be ..."
"Well, if you're resigned to doing that anyway, you don't actually need him to lie here all the time do you?"
"What?"
"You don't," said Ford patiently, "actually need him here."
Mr Prosser thought about this.
"Well no, not as such...", he said, "not exactly need ..." Prosser was worried. He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense.
Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half an hour. How does that sound?"
Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty.
"That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure.
"And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover up for you in return."
"Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind ..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head. He could only assume that he had just won.
"So," continued Ford Prefect, "if you would just like to come over here and lie down ..."
"What?" said Mr Prosser.
"Ah, I'm sorry," said Ford, "perhaps I hadn't made myself fully clear. Somebody's got to lie in front of the bulldozers haven't they? Or there won't be anything to stop them driving into Mr Dent's house will there?"
"What?" said Mr Prosser again.
"It's very simple," said Ford, "my client, Mr Dent, says that he will
stop lying here in the mud on the sole condition that you come and take over from him."
"What are you talking about?" said Arthur, but Ford
nudged him with his shoe to be quiet.
"You want me," said Mr Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, "to come and lie there ..."
"Yes."
"In front of the bulldozer?"
"Yes."
"Instead of Mr Dent."
"Yes."
"In the mud."
"In, as you say it, the mud."
As soon as Mr Prosser realized that he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his shoulders: this was more like the world as he knew it. He sighed.
"In return for which you will take Mr Dent with you down to the pub?"
"That's it," said Ford. "That's it exactly."
Mr Prosser took a few nervous steps forward and stopped.
"Promise?"
"Promise," said Ford. He turned to Arthur.
"Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down."
Arthur stood up, feeling as if he was in a dream.
Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud. He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it. The mud folded itself round his bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes.
Ассассин убил Варенье, якудзу.
Ход комиссара:
Комиссар при помощи хитрой комбинации заманил Ганграварра в собственную Сеть.
Комиссар проверил и зверски убил awolf'a, мафиози
Ход мафии:
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Изменено: Xirax, 14-11-2003 в 20:37
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