Martian: write, 1 meter is 95 centimeters.
Martian: we might go under it.
Martian: are you sure?
Martian: its not our job.
We only open doors, at two locations.
At work and at home.
Msrtian: you think people like our pictures?
Martian: we already built our relationships of trust.
Martian: are you sure?
Martian: this one too, less then thirty years of experience.
Look, people look up every day and night, definitely says something.
Martian: change 95 on 100.
Martian: we can't.
People will know it's a trick.
Okay, now move the damn thing, and we will ran away.
