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- Glisser: 1
- Hmmm...the Archduke?
- Nedeljko.
- That pitiful Archduke, Franz Ferdinand, is arriving in Sarajevo tomorrow. I wish to rip his head off!
- Gavrilo.
- By Perun! That disgraceful rat? Here? AHHH!
- Calm down, calm down. Men, do you not see? We may take this chance to ensure precious Ferdinand's bloodline shall not live for another eon.
- Danilo.
- Trifko.
- Glisser: 2
- Are you demented?! Danilo, what if it shall not succeed? The resulting actions should be catastrophic!
- It is a marvelous idea, brother, but we shall need a plan. Do you have any ideas?
- Good God, you're right! It would be...life-changing. Serbs would be free, finally, from the clutches of Austria-Hungary.
- I always do, my dear Gavrilo. Come, let us plan this escapade. Shall we reconvene in the hideout?
- Glisser: 3
- But what of location? How shall we know where to strike?
- You are truly a genius, my friend!
- My my, Danilo! What a spread!
- As you can see, I have a friend who makes these darling little pistols. They shall be perfect. The grenades are just in case it backfires.
- I have thought of it, Nedeljko. Do not fret.
- Glisser: 4
- Join us in welcoming Franz Ferdinand to Bosnia!
- You all do forget that the Archduke does not like being received without a celebration!
- Get your fake mustaches here!
- 20% off on all party crackers!
- This means we can blend in with the crowd and hide in the pistols in our jackets. No one would see, anyway!
- Glisser: 5
- Vaso and Muhammed will be near the bridge. In case the Archduke manages to get there, they'll help you.
- We're going to make that Archduke pay..
- That leaves me with the end of the Appel Quay! Ooh, I'll be near the cévapi cart!
- If we succeed, let's celebrate with sandwiches from the good old pub!
- Glisser: 6
- Thanks for the pistols, Danilo. Plan or no plan, the Archduke shall die today.
- I'll go reconvene with the others near the bridge!
- Good luck, men. I'm counting on you.
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- You can count on us! Hehe...I've got a few grenades stashed in my trousers.
- THE END.