The Canadians swell their cheeks like squirrels.

Master Calcirasto is musty because of his firm refusal.

"Well, if you don't want to, Master Calci, it's the only way..."

The Canadian lady says after she pukes her potatoes.

"When was Marikana's first love?

"Huh? Come on, I already forgot"

"Oh, Cal, what's the matter with you panicking? Yeah? Why don't you speak to your sister?

The seated calcirust coughs with the cohon and teases her mouth.

"Isn't it up to me? Hey, Maricana?

I sift my neck. Master Calcirust looked struck by lightning as well. No, maybe a pistol.