Romance with Baobab - STRYKER bought and set fire to a Chinese-made racket!

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                   ║ A ROMANCE WITH BAOBAB ╠═╗
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                    A novel in one act.

                     Characters:
 
  Elly Estel - part-time coder and taster
  Stryker is just a Sysop
  Cyborg is just a User
  Mr.Zero is a fan of TEAK 
  Valery - stood and traded peacefully
  M&G - doctor for assembling caller IDs (Buy from him)

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                        ║ ACT ONE ║
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It all started when STRYKER bought and set fire to a racket
made in China, everyone liked it, and then it started 
mass launch of all sorts of flying things, even one guy came up
and offered to buy a rocket launcher from him for 20 grand.
Of course, no one wants to go to SKLIF; he failed to sell the rocket launcher.
Next, a certain thing called “BEE” was purchased, something
like a rocket, of course it was launched, and it landed
fall right where the men were trading, everyone pretended that 
nothing happened, then one of the men yelled for us to come over
to him and showed him the burnt cord of the pre-war telephone, and asked
a quarter for the phone. Of course, no one needs this shit.    
Mr.Zero intervened and started the conversation, which was exactly what happened.
In general, we got out of it, but no such luckthere was a guy standing nearby and
also traded, and he went and bought the same “BEE”.
Of course, he immediately let her in, and this bee also fell in with these
to the men, of course they jabbered and jabbered, and already wanted to calm down
but another “BEE” was released, which again fell for these
to the same men. Then their patience ran out and they went to 
disassembly. Since Elly Estel looked older than everyone else, they rushed
to him, although he was innocent of what happened.
A noisy conversation arose, everyone gradually scattered, but one
the arrogant little guy stayed and continued to blather, his face was
red, like a drunk, and snot and drool were constantly flowing.
Soon the incident was over.

                                                         Cyborg

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  Editor: Cyborg (409-4297 Ilya)
  Editor: Ironman (455-9089 Alexander)

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