In the meantime, let's stand and wait until the prince is satisfied. Oh, I want some ampoule. So let it emerge, pak pak pak. Sweet. Delicious. After all, the Japanese know why they love you. Ampan is great. I wonder what a deep-window maid is delusional about. In a way, it's a tragedy.
The prince sits on the ground with a wax on his lap. Oh, that fancy clothes is a waste. I understood the breadth of the metric well, but I also know it doesn't have a back surface, hmm. Oh, Prince, I'm being treated like a dog. And I'm happy for you. Big guy.