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Smoking kills
Lalka_Travilaf, 16 мая 2018 г., 7:40
Patrick and Stanley, sitting in the notary's office, carefully read the will of his father. It read: the house, business and all the property will go to the one of the brothers who will quit and will not start Smoking again during the year. If both brothers quit Smoking, in a year the inheritance will be divided equally between them, if both smoke again - everything will go to charity...

Leaving the notary's office, the brothers glanced at each other. Both of them were heavy smokers with great experience, and both had also refused to part with a bad habit. There was one more thing uniting them: both brothers did not like to work and were interrupted by casual earnings, waiting until the father's inheritance will not relieve them of this tedious duty. However, each of them was calculated on the whole sum, and not by half! Stanley and Patrick, and without having to tolerate each other could not, and the threat of losing half lit in their eyes, true hatred.

- Well, brother, let's quit? - sarcastic tone asked Patrick when they got into a taxi.

- Where to go... - Stanley defiantly threw in window a cigar and leaned back on the seat next. Patrick is so defiantly thrown up and also stopped.

Returning to the paternal mansion, the brothers went to their rooms. Stanley, as usual, was tinkering in his lab, and Patrick dumped a bag of chips in a bowl, turned on the detective series on TV and earned jaws.
But after ten minutes Patrick was pounding on the door to Stan.

- Stanley, I warned you to stink your chemistry in the garage! Get the lab out of the house, there's nothing to breathe!

Stanley opened the door, and a powerful wave of horrible smell almost knocked Patrick off his feet.

 Why are you shouting? Yeah, it smells a little...

- A little? Stinks like a slaughterhouse!

- My fault. You broke my nose when you were eight years old, and I haven't smelled it since. You better squeal, I'll open the window...

At another time Patrick fought for another couple hours, but... But in this time he suddenly shut up and is gone. Stanley shrugged his shoulders and closed the door. He loved to bring the ''favorite'' brother chemical stench, but now it was necessary only to mask the.
Stan turned on the hood and wearing a respirator, gently lit the gas burner under the crucible.

***

- It, in principle, clear, - the senior investigator Jim Daniels smiled at the journalist.  The elder brother did not feel smells, Jr. let loose in his room and the gas exploded when I lit up a cigar. Here are just a senior, a good chemist could add my little brother's in his pipe tobacco some chemical stuff, and that when he lit his pipe, moved the horses from a heart attack. Smoking kills, yeah. You can make this phrase the title of the article. And don't forget to add that Smoking will give Pennsylvania orphanages two hundred million dollars.


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