(finds himself suddenly outside and in midair with only phone in hand)
a sense of foreboding "It must be that person has finally arrived as well" =,..,= imagines horrible images of frying pans approaching
If that găozare breaks another thing I am locking him in the cellar =,..,=
puts himself in a trance and writes in the manner of edelwalzer
Still two people short, fools or not @,..,@
I wonder who shall dance the part of the fool, everything else has been graciously let by the Căluşari
It looks like today I will have to visit the Căluşari ^,..,^
Up in time for the witching hour