We are declaring state of emergency for weird people.
You can't, I repeat, you can't sleep together.
Individual matraces will be dropped off before 9 pm.
Troll: finally.
Mama Mia: King of Fools is under quarantine.
Troll: at home?
Mama Mia: our office is empty.
Troll: where are you?
King of Fools: tights...
Tights..
Troll: what?
King of Fools: she is wearing tights today ...
With the belt...
Tight jogging pants...
I am changing temperature every five minutes..
Troll: can you go outside?
King of Fools:..we can't touch each other..
Queen of Fools: are you doing yoga?!
King of Fools: again!
Queen of Fools: I would like you open the bottle, there is still some wine at the bottom.
And finish your dinner?
Personally, I think, it's all started from the volcano.
And finish your dinner?
Personally, I think, it's all started from the volcano.
King of Fools: she has no manners.
