“—Oh, by the Angel.”
“What’s wrong now?”
“Let me guess, when he really screw things up you no longer had any interest in him.”
“After Russia he had such a bad attitude, so depressed and annoying. He didn’t even taste that good, too many beans.”
“I should’ve guessed, everyone here seems to belong to the ‘I talked with Napoleon’ -club.”
“Never bothered with him. Hitler, on the other hand, I talked to him once or twice. Before he tried to invade Russia of course.”
How old are you then?
“A couple of centuries old.”
Really, here I thought you were seventeen.
I haven’t been seventeen for a long time.
Wait aren’t you underage?
Flattering but no.