What a good lady to piss you off. It's a walking pollution. I sit back relaxed with the mat the soldier put out, and this again I am smoking the apple juice the soldier put out with a straw like a mosquito.

"Give Mr. Maricana something to drink, too, oh, so you liked gobo. Burdock juice."

There's a spaceship in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Oh, where, where"

It's a little natural. Now we can manage to avoid burdock. Drinking it makes me thirsty the other way around. Mr. Mayria is standing up and looking for a spaceship. I have it on my railing. Ha, she's a beautiful girl for watching.