The Scottish Rite Lodge of Genovese. Songs out of tune 
The night was moonless and starless night as it is said to be suitable for the Sabbath.
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Ottolina The bar was empty on a Tito Milvio. Maybe it was just his day of closing or maybe because he had been chosen by the Brotherhood as the site of the ritual, Fate was always gracious with the members of the sect.
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The secret society "Cousins \u200b\u200bde Ball" was very careful to choose the locations for the initiation liturgy.
Only a bar in the suburbs or in the alternative could be a bowling-blown geomantic necessary.
After careful screening here was chosen for making the most important, that the entry of new recruits.
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With prudent behavior, aboard his 50 APE purple studded with opals, Dr. Haemo Royd, which is the High Priest, was waiting with nervous shaking his big hands on the handlebars Motopiaggio.
Meanwhile, the deputy assistant vice-Jean du Yacht, was trying to force the gate, now about twenty minutes but without success.
"Crikey, but how long does that sedated sloth?" said the Grand Mufti Chamberlain turned to her first sitting in the vehicle.
Vizier in his suit from Batman, calm and silent a moment of cathartic lived next to the Grand Master of the Lodge.
Its energies were concentrated to avoid the devastating flatulence in his "cane" and contend with a good half hour to prevent detonation, but said through clenched teeth.
"Patience, or High, you know how ... The Deputy Vice-Chamberlain and quick of tongue, but late of hand."
"umpf!" Snapped the Semprecalmo looking in the rearview mirror and place the Sultanate with the eye-catching ruby \u200b\u200bTurban (False) in the center and down (true) that adorned the noble peacock hat, symbol of his power.
A roar in the night, the conspirators warned that the barrier had finally been forced.
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the club received them a stagnant smell of spirits and mixed with lemonade un'effluvio croissants expired.
"Jean still a bit 'and did morning," said Haemo with its sing-song tone, but fascinating.
"That puttanazza schifosissimabaldracca of a gate would not yield," said Jean sempreducato, swaying on his feet and reassembling the giustaccuore embarrassed of her dress Louis XIV blue, sage in color matching with striped breeches.
After all, was the only group that had followed the correspondence course of the Scuola Radio Elettra "burglary and theft in ten easy lessons." But no one had paid the rate of the school and the course was discontinued at the second pantry ... but these were irrelevant details.
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"Where Vizier? Where are purple, and the initiate Bluvelvet not still there? "Roared the Deep, rallying his brave as Leonidas, the Spartans at Thermopylae, but around him there was only emptiness.
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Jean, perched on the counter was busy scofanarsi croissants and drink from the bar down one's throat with a bottle of Chinotto; Vizier instead was in the bathroom to throw darts from the waist disincagliarsi of Batman to make a passage to the vapors that had bloated his costume .
A sigh came from under the Magnum PI mustache of the great son of Hippocrates and a look toward the ceiling were the only telltale signs of his displeasure.
Suddenly we heard a rumble outside of the moped and a screech of brakes smarmittato style "Fast and Furiors.
had arrived "girls," thought the semi-divine and settled the leopard dress that grazed the flooring impetus (as possible) its low but solemn figure.
Inside the Tabernacle Ottolina seething ferment.
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"Jean, cow slut system the altar for the ritual, at least," said the High Priest Royd with a growling mastiff.
With his mouth still full of cakes damaged the good deputy vice-Chamberlain reluctantly descended from the counter and began to pool in the room are about the religious trappings.
"Vizier", called in if the exposure Haemo First Chamberlain.
"Yawoll" said the man bat by opening the flaps of the great black cloak and descending from the ceiling where he had just levitated due noble gas products.
"Think you to instruct the beginning ... I recommend: Precision", said slowly last word to make sure everything was working properly.
"and open the window ... I do not understand how in this bar, especially in this corner, there is an awful stench."
"Re-yawoll", joined Vizier who knew foreign languages \u200b\u200bin a very approximate.
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The candles were arranged in a pentagram, the pool table was held sacred by the patchwork quilt, a gift of the grandmother of Haemo and adorned in the center of the eye-catching emblem of the Lodge, a poodle with his tongue hanging out attempting a copulation impossible on one of the arms of a large compass.
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The light was dim because of tallow candles made at discount from the "Genovese" by Jean du Yacht that did little light. Only the neon entrance was working, so the willing assistant deputy tried to turn all the lights messing with the electrical panel, but instead caused a short circuit monstrous.
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"Belan the Mistress! First the women and children, "shouted Royd, surprised by the unexpected and imagining a dark blitz assault squads.
Jean appeared instead with a lighted candle in hand, but all charred. A curious bluish vapor hovered around the wig she wore white cicisbeo usually in large gatherings, he said: "The electrical system is gone! We will celebrate the shadows. "
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Just the thought of the Vestal Virgins who were about to make their entrance in the apse of the great disappointment Leni son of Hippocrates who inexplicably strorse and only for a moment his nose was soon joined by his trusted Vizier dress superhero now almost deflated.
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This framework, which resembled a majestic painting by Velasquez, presented the three listed in the eyes of both the novice and Vestal who entered with great fanfare (excuse the word). Virago
The trio, named lovingly by male members of the esoteric brotherhood made its entry into the Temple already set up perfectly.
Bluvelvet in traditional Tyrolean dress as a shepherdess with sheep stuffed in tow.
purple dress with a seventeenth-century model "Pompadur" (sorry again), tafetà of pink and a faux neo-shaped burger on the left cheek.
Finally, the novice Pipoca in flared skirt, tight sweater and flat shoes to rock acrobatic dancer, perfect reproduction of the 50 teen-agers'.
Jean du Yacht gulped loudly, perhaps to view the beautiful ladies or maybe because of the croissants are not yet fully chewed that obstruct the uvula with a bolus of concrete. The Vizier
always concentrated his kindled Mp3 connected to the Hi-Fi purpose of his belt and spread in a local church music: Albinoni's adagio sung by Abba, a live version almost impossible to find.
The Great Healer Haemo Royd open your arms in an unmistakable gesture of blessing.
rose petals were thus ejected from his laptop cooler placed in a band infrascapular mo 'to backpack.
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The tension was palpable as he told a maniac on the bus.
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The supplicant adept Pipoca, bowed gracefully to his companions and was reached by Chamberlain Vizier to be accompanied to the altar in the room ritual.
Vizier, not very practical in the Batman suit he had borrowed from her neighbor (known pervert), stumbled in his cloak and walked, head down, a few steps towards the rapid and split-dancer Boggy woggy; so hit the poor with a "skull" tremendous right on the forehead and he fell down upside down in a vault worthy of Comaneci.
"good start" was the lapidary comment sagacious of purple.
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The Soothing Royd, picking up their sleeves in a gesture that was congenial said, "Make way I am a doctor ... It will do so at once, then turned to Jean du Yacht continued," the scalpel and retractor, and hot water soon! ... we are losing. "
Fortunately, he recovered his young pupil almost immediately thus avoiding a tracheotomy lightning was one of the specialties, along with marinated mussels, the Great Poet of surgery.
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Mass and then continued after this small misunderstanding with the final rite.
Haemo reading from the holy book the Lodge, reciting phrases from the ancient taste and dark unfolding on the floor like a rosary blasphemous.
eyes of fire, the hollow voice, her face inspired, gave the figure an immense pathos.
was not prudent, the great priest, pregnant ecstasy, the candle is supported by the Deputy Vice-Chamberlain Jean was dangerously close to his turban, which had begun to take its focus from long peacock feather that rocked the front.
Vizier tried to warn him with little coughing, but the Supreme silenced him with a glare.
Events degenerated in a few moments when the smoke invaded the room.
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forget the celebration, the semi-divine Royd shouted: "Who the fuck do the barrels during the ceremony? Eh? ", Then looked at the inquisitor Jean du Yacht unaware that he tried to show him back with the index finger the turban now engulfed in flames, but it was useless.
captatio The Vizier, ventured a reaction took out a pocket of her costume a secret mini-fire extinguisher to nitrous oxide and directed a strong jet cryogenic toward the fire, but probably because of the excitement of the events, just missed the intended pecking the index finger instead of the poor tended Jean Du Yacht all'stante and freezing.
The victim gave in and a terrifying bellow .
Bluvelvet purple and began to cry too, perhaps to hypnotic suggestion, or maybe you just had broken the balls of this mess and wanted to go home, even the next day because there would have been tight and need to wake up early. The Adept
jumped up from the pool which was lying on the votive and said: "I'm going with my legs while I'm on time", then swiftly ran away from the gate torn.
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Good Royd with the turban now prey to the fire he realized that perhaps he was unfairly blamed his deputy vice-smoking without "passing".
Before burning like a Bonzo, rolled himself up in the manner of a Sufi dervish in a desperate dance that went out, just in time, his brain.
The tragedy, however, still loomed.
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The Howling of the siren was heard in the distance reported concentration for a moment in the notorious group.
"LaPulaCazzoPuttanaTroiaLuridaBagasciaImpestataeFetente" said the always polite while Jean breathed desperately on the finger like a frozen Calippo.
"Come, come," cried the purple road already riding his scooter, "Lothar".
Accelerated maximum Bluvelvet pending, a fugue in which a bit 'broken jumped to the flight landed with force on the saddle and doing wheelies. The moped took off like rocket into the sky, looked like a German V2 live on London.
The three pegs, now in utter confusion, they went to the beautiful better API 50. The
cicisbeo Jean had to make do not fit inside the box open, clipping the posts seemed Samson between the pillars of the Philistine temple.
The custom-built three-wheel, quick as a snail with arthritis, disappeared just in time as the blue lights flickered in the night the police. The
"Gazelle" Carabinieri stopped with a screech of brakes.
When that went down the two brave soldiers with weapons drawn looked at each other perplexed.
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"brigade", he began precisely, Esposito Lo Cascio, turned to the patrol leader Rotunno Romulus.
"I'm crazy or a visa Hadj du nu cicisbeo setteciento cou'na wig queer in'goppa to n'Ape Piaggio studded stone Preziuso you?"
"Notes Hadj ... I saw Batman, along with a co'u Tubantia My doctor at the precise mutual int'a'chilla fetenzia du tricar "
"Veramenta?" Cascio said, amazed.
"Faciteme or pleasure!" Rotunno said with folded hands and said, "Simmo bullying victims do ... Exactly, o'mobbing is madness! O'sapete? ".
"O'sape, o'sape," concluded resigned the appointment.
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Then they both decided to enter the bar the subject of burglary.
When drafting the report to the judicial authorities was of course omitted any reference to fugitives.
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The intervention led to the arrest instead of stuffed sheep caught in flagrante delicto.
The animal, after an exemplary sentence, which is compounded by the reluctance, was translated at the national penitentiary, and perhaps an accomplice forced to live together in the cell, became the mistress of a notorious Boss of Caruggi, but this of course is another story . In the esoteric coterie
since then he knew anything, even if it seems to continue its work in secret and munificent seen how things go in the world seems to have good game.
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