Martian King: lets finish the wall.
Martian King mother: and be more accurate.
Martian King: hopefully not.
Martian King mother (whispering): she is in her 400 th.
Martin King: what!
Martian King mother: do you want to walk home?
Martin King friend: who is the girl?
Martian King: Martian slush Venusian.
I like girls here.
Martian King friend: with make up and clothes.
They are scandalous.
Martin King: they glow in the dark.
Martian King friend: those two are Lunatics.
