"Who Shall I Kill?", english-french-english
DR. FORRESTER: Ah, microphone, I then not to find the counter-signature
anywhere. It never remains late out of this, which with its fear of halogen. I
controlled everywhere. The DQ, the installation of processing of sewages, all its
hangouts usual. Nothing! I am terribly afraid simply that it went and it never returns.
And if I worried a iota, it devestating. If I worried...
MICROPHONE: Are Ah, boy, the owner always the end with knowing, huh? Well,
you see Sir, our time here on ground is but a thing of going beyond --
CROW: It was assumed by the Torgo angel in a glorious crowning!
TOM: Well, it was cosmic kind of Torgo. You see, his mission as a second banana
was oh, uh, and you were kind of means, thus they, uh...
MICROPHONE: Well, there was a fortune which envisaged something about
something and then, well, Gabby Hayes is strongly implied.
CROW: At all events, it is not comin ' back.
MICROPHONE: Afflicted!
DR. FORRESTER: Make an attempt, I then not to imagine. I! Since it is not true! But it
is! Ah, this sucks! [ the music of piano begins ] which will be my guinea-pig for my
gene splice? My Clerc's Offices of nail? My fajita? On which blames will I my errors?
Who - who will that I destroy?
I destroyed and do I have maimed and I gave it a kick
now that I am has bully without the victim
no quiver of adrenalin,
aucuns piercing cries OH so acute,
OH which, which I destroys?
I crushed his head several times,
memories like counting rhymes.
Single matrix likes my counter-signature of TV' S.
No blood soft to distil,
no tummy nice to drill,
OH which, which I destroys?
When I consider
this first star of evening,
I remember when I hung his liver
with the engine of my car.
I could marinate my aunt Lil,
gives to my dog a cyanide pillule,
but what Frankly-did they form the vacuum
could they probably fill?
Here my money, you can box it,
I am not any good without my counter-signature. It
seems that he could die
without handling the beater an eye.
Now it seems
that I must take
my clean pillule bitter.
Say to me who, which I destroys?
[ spoken, like ends of music ] goodbye counter-signature! And recall you,
everywhere where you are, I WILL DESTROY YOU!
[ back on the satellite: ]
TOM: Huh...
MICROPHONE: A way in difficulty, I feel touched.
CROW AND TOM: [ marmonn‚ ] ouais...
MICROPHONE: We will be good back.
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