martin-kolacek.cz/en-us/ means there are communities inside a no-community society. Am I right?19‘ Gravefiller squinted at Donna and Grunt with disgust. ‘I have an idea,’ he said to Troglodyte. ‘What idea?’ asked Troglodyte. ‘Let’s bury them.’ While Gravefiller was happily singing a mournful song about an orphan child which desperately wanted to join its mother in the grave, the group reached a pretty luxurious looking hole, with a big sign over the doorway: ‘Delicate Goodies, Delicate prizes’. There was definitely someone really rich living here, clearly running a business in the food industry.20 Troglodyte hammered on the door. A window opened somewhere on one of the higher floors and then, obviously when this building inhabitant had found out who was at the door, the window closed very, very silently. ‘I know you are home,’ shouted Troglodyte. ‘In the name of a dignified death, open the door!’ Even if a north wind blew throughout the house not a curtain would move now. ‘The Grave committee is here,’ Troglodyte continued calmly. ‘Open the door or we will break it down! We know you are hiding a corpse!’ The inhabitant of the house clearly thought it better to deal with the situation face to face21 because footsteps sounded from behind the door. A part of a face appeared No, he wasn’t. In fact it’s much worse. A white meat, probably. 21 Since he saw the visitors with his own eyes he was obviously suffering a nasty mental disease of some kind. 19 20
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