I can't believe you're messing with my jawbeard, when you're famously messing with me. Ah, blue breath banged out, I'm sick of it, it's a bad day to meet such a nasty luggage man, the incarnation of heavenly punishment is definitely Mr. Mayria, descended to blame me, the use of heaven, then I'm a family of darkness? Well, anyway, there's one more hassle, anger saves and lives in itself, and there's a poor slack, sad but intriguing I'm a miscellaneous fish character, not enough to take, people around there, but I want to show you a weed soul.

"Mr. Maricana, you should have a moustache."