and Tarrasque:
What so long?
The Red Tank:
I bring the bills. Their buch, all so satisfied: you have a mistake, you give us an extra 70 thousand and throw a calculator in your nose. I think "from which side? I have checked it a few times". The buch is sending me a calculator - look, say. I think. The error. I count again. Again a mistake. Please Excel. I check. There is no error. The bug curves the mouth "exel is joking something lately". I take the calculator, but I do not consider it a blind method, but I carefully look at what I press and what it draws out. And I find that some buttons are falling. I explain to the accountant. The hysteric - she has since November of the month "stopped trusting Excel, because. "Stall joking", with the calculator he did not get along, and the calculator she trusts more".
and Tarrasque:
Offered her accounts?and :)
The Red Tank:
Yes, there is nothing to fall.They sat down and counted everything.