"One thing. Just one thing, hold on, Marikana!

"No, you're grabbing three. It's a mismatch."

I cheek potatoes. Ugh, ooh, ooh.

"What? Marikana. Oh, take your place."

"Maricana, just one last piece. It's two pieces in total."

"No, that's why it's a mismatch.... or do you take every bag?

I was hazy. Dangerous. Looks like it was under the magic of sweets.

Sift your head and moisten your mouth with coffee.

It's a good job to be bitter and lose your appetite.

It was an obese street in jeopardy. Nice self-control.

Appetite is a strong enemy... I wonder how fierce he is.

It's a threat like a lion. Another belly exists, so it's extra...