Oh, the East pampers and nurtures her grudge and in the monotonous tick-toc, tick-toc of the world clock, the free-builder’s liberal goat bleats bewildered, on one side. Look, through this, a very important sea route is blocked unexpectedly.

About revenge attacks they now lie shamelessly, left and right. But in unprecedented havoc, the East carries on provoking the West in every regard. Through her own self-created false peace, the West just have to swallow it, until they are tired thereof.

But a big Mason-goat with double wings begins to wildly kick up dust and the Red Horse departs on a wild gallop. Etched against the horizon, ten big castrated goats are now standing in an aggressive flock, while they also begin to kick up wild, terrifying dust-storms now.

After this, the financial markets were in disarray. Yes, with market prizes hopping up and down, wildly and out of control. One big world bank desperately tries to stop the chaos, but its opponent, another gigantic financial institution, calls extravagantly: It becomes time to rock and roll. In this way, a very fast recession develops and it hits a world depression center in the bull’s eye.

In the monotonous tick-toc, tick-toc, the end time bell tolls. In a region covered with snow, a man screams in mortal fear, and he is something between an American, an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scott.

Train wheels grind over railway tracks, laden with arms of war, ammunition, provisions and medical supplies, carriage upon carriage, and this over grudge upon grudge. With much lying, a Mason goat is lured to Botswana and the old queen acts as if she is deeply shocked about this.

Unexpectedly a ship suddenly lies docked in Namibia and finally Germany smells the stench of an old, dead rat in her own midst. America threatens and threatens, but her enemy decides to surrender too late and this brings both East and West in deep, hot water. Therefore Russia, in a brilliant conspiracy, will turn the world onto its roof.