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Ilmoita käännösongelmasta
Inara: "Hi."
Mal: (terribly startled while working on his guns) "BWAAA!"
Inara: "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle."
Mal: "You didn't." (repeating, as if he meant to) "BWAAA! That's kind of a
warrior... It's a... strikes fear into..." (nothing) "Bwaa?" (gives up) "You
know, it ain't altogether wise, sneaking up on a man when he's handling a
weapon."
| CONFUSING RIDDLE:
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Q: Why don't Scotsmen ever have coffee the way they like it?
A: Well, they like it with two lumps of sugar. If they drink
it at home, they only take one, and if they drink it while
visiting, they always take three.
Who cares?