Looks like you've gone a long way. Master Calcirast stares at the sign as he says, "Shall I make this?" etc.

Finally, the time has come to meet Crepe face to face.

In front of me is a moving dealership of car models. The sweet smell of crepe occupies the area.

It's like tens of thousands of troops. Attack is sweet... this is a tough enemy.

Master Calcirust took some kind of skin bill and said:

"I'm chocolate banana flavored please...... yeah, what about maricana?

I am hazy and say "chocolate cream please" and return it quickly.

Shit, if I did, I wouldn't be starving......

I'm a young lady for once... Reflection. Reflection! Not at all.

The store owner said, "Got it. Wait a minute!" He began to bake the dough with round, black iron plates.