Banishing proxies from Bosnia.

Last night i had a few Guinness and some rakija. Powered by this unholy concoction of Slavic/Celtic prides i got shitfa reached Nirvana.

While i was blackedo in state of Nirvana i had a vision of some people.

I was walking on some emerald green fields which looked like meadows of my childhood, but something was off. After some walking on this perpetual fields i saw a man in robe with a stick having a discussion with Shane McGowan. I was amazed, i greeted em promptly, hi Gandalf hi Shane. Gandalf smacked me with his stick and he told me

-Do I look like Gandalf to you, ya thick shite?

Shane started laughing, then he smacked Shane

-What’s your f*ckin' problem, ya prick?

-Cuz you're an absolute gobshite, Shane!

-Who is this violent gramps Shane, i asked

-You rotten imbecile! I'm St. Patrick, ya thick shite! Now, tell me ya brought some of that Bosnian hard stuff with ya, or I’ll hit ya again!

-How the fuck do you know i'm Bosnian, apple or plum?

-He’d summon that Elon Musk for a pint and take us all to the fookin' Mars for a cheap bar, he would. Shane got in

-Shut up Shane, you give me both. Listen here, ya rotten imbecile! I summoned ya 'cause I know you’ve got a massive problem with snakes on your server, and you need me to teach you how to fookin' banish them once and for all!

-What fucking snakes, how long have you been drinking. And you swear awful lot for a Saint.

-God’s punished me, so He has! He's cursed me to fetch every fookin' thing this absolute moron desires!" points at Shane

-Your oul' lad's a moron, ya prick!

-Listen to me, ya thick eejit... what you people call 'proxies' on your servers, those are actually the very snakes I banished from Ireland centuries ago! They didn't die, they just went digital, so they did!

-So they weren´t real snakes?

-Of course they aren't real snakes, ya absolute eejit! Have ya never heard of a fookin' metaphor?! To banish 'em, you’ve got to unite your people first. Now, take this staff... and use it to belt that @babo over the head with all your might!

-Haha! Give 'im a proper clobberin', lad! Crack his skull for the glory of Bosnia. Shane adds.

-Listen to me now, and listen well... you've only got one fookin' attempt at this until the next full moon, so make it a strong one! Put your soul into the blow and crack that bastard's head wide open!

After that St. Patrick handed me staff, when i woke up in the morning i had no rakija and beers in my home so something weird was afoot it might have all been real and those bastards stole my booze.