King of Fools (whispering on the phone): no muffins, no donuts, only Indian celebration.
In triple colors.
Mama Mia (on the phone): I don't know what to say.
You have to explain it properly.
King of Fools (on the phone): squashing! pushing! squashing! pushing!
We have to figure out!
Troll: you have too much time on your hands, way top much time.
King of Fools: she called my thing plastic.
Its rubber.
Troll: not in the mood.
King of Fools: second time this month!
Mama Mia: oh... come talk to us.
King of Fools: you need more work.
Only one thing I can recommend, it's a fact.
We are moving table and chairs today.
And we have blue blueberry rum cake!
Mama Mia: eat, you will be happy in seconds.
The government closed the gyms again.
You are only getting fat.
Troll: its okay.
Mama Mia: how?
You are getting fat in tight clothes.
Troll: they will open everything when they are ready.
King of Fools: ready for what!?
Troll: do you things.
King of Fools: we are always looking for higher standards hopefully on the right side.
