Tom: What happen? Dick: Someone fight up us the apple. Harriet: We get rock. Tom: What! Harriet: Main sccreen struggle on. Tom: It's you!! Sandra: How are you gentlemen!! Sandra: All your snow are belong to us. *snifs deeply* Sandra: You are on the way to wind. Tom: What you eat? Sandra: You have no chance to f^ck make your time. *wiggles* Sandra: Ha ha ha