"Here you go"

Sue descends from the sky and rises to the sky, drinks diagonally upwards. I also feel bad about the rumbling beetle.

The eel is swallowed up by Sue alive. He rocks his twisted body, slams desperately to get out of it, and seems to think it's awkward. The life of an imbecile perpendicular to green is coming to an end. No more going in, Sue spat out a giant eel. The spouted eel seemed weak and weak, but he jumped into the asphalt road, twisting and twisting. Smaller stomach, and Sue. No, let's grasp about the stomach capacity. I spin the pedal, balance, advance the silver bike and the spokes spin. Sue follows me on the flight. Bluntly glowing Ruby looks like she's asleep shaken by a bicycle basket.