патч... патч... патч...

[kurk]

О! Точно! Weeping song! Там же всего пару строк переделать и все, ну точно про нас и клипец забабахать - вот только кого снимать? Может Буку с Геннадичем

нет препятсвтий пирпилам в ожидании патча

порывшись в закромах могу предложить пьесу для постановки
этому больше года но ничего не изменилось ... вирпилы также ждут патч

A country road. A tree.

Evening (20:00 GMT).

Estragon, sitting on a patch of grass, is trying to take off his boot. His clothes are old and covered in patches. A small dog plays nearby.

Enter Vladimir, a man with a patch over one eye. He lays down a patchwork quilt on the patch of grass.

ESTRAGON: Nothing to be done.
VLADIMIR: I'm beginning to come round to that opinion. I've been trying to patch things up with the wife.
ESTRAGON: What happened?
VLADIMIR: She said our marriage isn't a patch on what it used to be.
ESTRAGON: I know the feeling.
VLADIMIR: Did you get that patch for Forgotten Battles yet?
ESTRAGON: (irritably). 2 weeks.
VLADIMIR: Bummer. May one inquire where you spent the night?
ESTRAGON: On War_Clouds_44+.
VLADIMIR: And they didn't beat you?
ESTRAGON: Beat me? Certainly they beat me.
VLADIMIR: The same lot as usual?
ESTRAGON: The same? I don't know. They were all in Ki84s. I did manage to des-patch a few of them though.
VLADIMIR: We best get you patched up.
ESTRAGON: I'm happy sitting here on the patchwork quilt, on this little patch of grass near the vegetable patch for now thank you.
VLADIMIR: Is that your dog? The white one with the dark area on his little face?
ESTRAGON: Yes.
VLADIMIR: What's his name?
.................................................
ESTRAGON: Spot.

- The End -