's enough, now we must say. We have waited long enough. We hoped it was a random incident. An outlet. A temporary fixed. A sudden wail but repetitive. Something short, after a while 'disappears, vanishes, it disintegrates! But no. Francis and Tiff are fortunate. Their rooms are enough to stay away unscathed. Lola and Ella are just right to shoot instead. Well that's enough. After days of patience and weeks of questions without stances funkfunk now taking action. They must devise a plan to get rid of the troublesome neighbor, who has a laugh with ultrasound through the walls of funkappartamento and makes us turn the guts!
PLAN A: We play at the door harassing the neighbor (henceforth, called VM to avoid serious consequences in the event that this top secret document was discovered by him) and ask him not to laugh so hard ... Poor, better go to plan B.
PLAN B: We all gathered in the room from Lola, the one closest to the nearby annoying. Then we fill your lungs as balloons and burst into a rude laugh, an evil laugh all throat. And if not at home? Better go to plan C.
PLAN C: We go a tight black jumpsuit and since we do not because we're not Charlie's Angels, we put the thick wool tights, and a couple more in the head as passamonatagna. So in the female version of Aldo, Giovanni e Giacomo, equipped with the torch, we sneak in the apartment of the VM and try to discover the source of much fun. The destroy! No. .. we do not have enough tights ... Plan D?
PLAN: If plans A, B and C were not fruitful, to surrender. You are the queens. The Damnation of an evil laugh, a sob, repulsive, meaningless, howls and shrieks as I could haunt you for eternity, expensive and silly Funkfunk. VM won. The desperate
Funkfunk, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
PS Dear readers without laughter capable of inflicting fatal injuries, you have any idea?
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