In the old castle, which has recently been declared the residence of Teutona, in its largest hall under the roof, the Secret Meeting lasted for the third hour. The walls of the hall were decorated with various portraits, which the Teutons considered the Great, from the horse of Alexander the Great to the Lord God. There were two more portraits of the Prosecutors, but he was not popular because no one (a) knew that they were the Prosecutors except the Prosecutors themselves and (b) each considered it his duty to spit on the portrait invisibly. There were two more portraits, the Great Garbage Man and the Great World Maker, but they were stolen. No one knew who stole the portrait of the Great Sucker, but the portrait of the Great Creator disappeared almost recently, as soon as it became known about the creation of a new bright Olympus clan. Everyone was suspected of theft – from the Supreme Paladin to the head of the newly created clan. At a large triangular-square table, the Teutonov clan itself sat, dark spies, light spies, paladin spies and even spies of the newly formed Olipm clan, as well as randomly visiting and other persons. There were even representatives of a newly formed and nowhere-registered clan of chaos. This room used to be a dining room for wandering travelers, but now it hosts Secret Meetings. At the head of the table, under a full-length portrait of Napoleon, which proudly protruded his chest, sat the Great Suprim. He was sad and no one paid attention to him. Some witty painted a charcoal to Napoleon masculine dignity, the size of Napoleon himself, from which the meaning of the picture acquired a slightly different shade. Suprim was sad and didn't listen to anyone. According to tradition, any meeting was accompanied by plenty of booze and food, but since both the castle and the Teutons themselves were experiencing far from the best times, it was customary to come to the meeting with their own. A mumbler and a sivouch had already been drunk, a Rolton with Maggi cubes had been devoured, when the attention of those present was drawn that in front of the Great Suprim stood an empty box of McDonald's cheeseburger. The saliva fell loudly into the stomach of all present and all, as one thought: “He lives on the head, oh he lives!” Two issues were actually discussed. Who stole the portrait of the Great World Creator, and whether to declare war on this new clan. - We have not enough 9, – said a member of the Council of Teutons
“And there are a lot of ambitions at the meeting,” thought the spies present. - We don't have 10, a member of the Teutons Council continued to mumble.
- And why is this chapter silent here? – decided to troll the speaking spies of the Paladins. And everyone looked at Suprim.
- So, said Suprim and ten stenographers rushed to record his spatial speech. “Why am I not a Panda?” asked Suprim, “Why is he a Panda and I am not?” - And let’s declare ourselves level 10, – came up with a brilliant idea genius Teuton. - Hurrah! cried the Teutons.
- So, said Suprim again.
“Why am I not a Panda?”, Suprim patted his companion on the shoulder and retired to his side. They all looked at him with compassion.
- We must declare ourselves the coolest," continued the brilliant Teuton, "then we will all be afraid and we will return the portrait of the Great Creator. - Hurrah, the rest of the Teutons kept shouting. Then the conversation turned to the weather, spread to women and German porn. Then they all had their business and they all went away. And the walls of the Teutons castle in dark corners were decorated with new streams.