Tale had a dream, a dream of famous christ

In it he was lied so he could go to the mall and sit on the chest of famichrist. Sonuc, bemused and dropping, raced tales to the mall with lightening speed. He drove there
Upon the hasty arrival, famous christ had already been there and when Sonuc saw him he chundered like toilets. Tales, gleeped with nostalgia, gave a suggestion that he might pile his putrid breakfast on their savior. Sonuc, mad with rage, beat tales to death until he woke up... in the HOSPITAL