"Star Wars has broken out, and Earth is really over now!" The black tribal chieftain of the Great African Desert - Roman cried hysterically. www.biquge.info Just now, the President of the Earth read out a horrific letter to global citizens. It is reported that under the cover of the nine-headed mechanical troll spitting flames - space monsters, the queen of the "dead planet" has aimed thousands of giant bombs owned by Mars, Venus and Jupiter's proton cannons - nuclear bomb bases at the Earth and the moon, ready to be launched at any time.

"I can't believe that the earth is about to be completely wiped out by them!" Roman took off his baseball cap and rubbed his hands on his broad forehead. As a result of the excitement, his goose-like voice grew in higher tones. "We must act! Oh, God! We must act now! ”

Romanke's eldest wife, second aunt, third aunt and other 17 wives were lined up at this moment and sat next to him on the sofa in the living room. They didn't pay attention to their husband's yelling and continued to watch the TV show intently.

“...... Right now, the ministers are going all out to find the great dictator of the 'Dead Planet', the Queen of the Negative Creature and try to get in touch with her in order to reconcile. I myself will exercise my authority and take all possible action to make her reconsider this hostile state of war. The most important thing right now is that everyone on the planet should be vigilant and calm. At this point, the Earth President's voice came to an abrupt end.

"Oh my God, this abominable demon!" Roman continued to scream: "Thousands of giant bombs! They could destroy the Earth more than twenty times! I knew this was coming! These dastardly 'Dead Planet' devils! I knew this was coming! "Roman, dear, calm down." Aunt Seventeen persuaded in a slightly trembling hoarse voice: "Didn't the president say just now, we should stay calm." ”

"He knows what a fart!" Roman shouted again: "I didn't vote for him at all during the election!" Roman's right hand pressed his forehead, his left hand resting his right cheek, his face as black as ink and charcoal, flushed with excitement. After a while, he finally stopped yelling, only still gasping for air. After a while, he seemed to gradually calm down and fell into deep thought.

"Honey," Roman had calmed down a lot at this time, "this may be the last time we will meet!" As he spoke, he grabbed Aunt Seventeen almost rudely and hugged her tightly for a wild bite (kiss). Oh, Romanque! Aunt Seventeen was so frightened that she turned around and ran into the bedroom and cried. The chief of this black tribe had 17 wives, 19 daughters, and 21 sons, and his family was the equivalent of a small black village in the African desert. It stands to reason that a good husband should be by his wife's side and comfort her when she cries. However, at this time, Roman ran desperately towards the door...... Roman stood on the verdant lawn, gazing at the hot and dazzling afternoon sky. He stared blankly for a minute or so, as if something strange was about to pierce the ocean-blue sky. The neighbors followed suit, staring at the sky in confusion. Suddenly, he remembered something again, and screamed like crazy, completely ignoring his confused and flustered neighbors.

"Look what I've done! I almost completely forgot about it! Roman raised his thick, black arms and shouted in despair. He was running down the street — he could have driven his amphibious (solar-celled) car — but the panic had made him forget about this little detail — and he soon arrived at a grocery store a mile from his home. He frantically walked through the revolving door and knocked over several displays, but Roman couldn't care about that now, he grabbed a shopping cart and frantically grabbed the non-perishable food and threw it in—and later found that the pile was mostly canned plums. After quickly filling the entire trolley, Roman rushed to the payment lane, only to find that there was already a group of old ladies waiting in line. Looking at the scary-looking team, Roman realized that this group of people all had the same idea as himself.

In desperation, Roman grabbed a cart full of cans and ran desperately out the door, only to realize that he could actually pay quickly with a credit card. "Sir!" Just as Roman ran halfway to the parking lot, someone shouted behind him: "Wait! You haven't paid yet! Please wait, sir! Roman turned a deaf ear to the clerk's calls, but fortunately the police were too busy to react to the latest case of "shoplifting". It's just that when Roman pushed the car all the way uphill, the drivers passing by threw extremely strange glances at him. When he got home, Roman didn't slow down at all, he pushed the car hard, forced the door open, and pushed the car directly into the room. He took the cartload of food aside, and the cans rolled all over the floor.

Roman cried out anxiously: "Honey! Get the kids here! The earth is almost finished......" (To be continued. )