'Who is Rhonda, Bromford Bibble?' the llama asks. 'And where is my surprise? I want my pleasant surprise, dude.'
'If you ask for too much at once, you will come home with an empty bag, animal', I say.
'You are a very strange person, Brimford Bobble. You are indeed.'
And the fortune cookie says,
Laziness pays off immediately.
🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨
'What?' the protagonist says.
'I like barbecue', the antagonist repeats. 'You want some meat?'
'I don't like grilled meat or bratwurst.'
'You are such a spoilsport, nist. It's summer. Let's have some outdoor charcoal fire dinner-lunch or whatever. Dripping fat. Hissing embers. Hot-dogs. Onions. Barbecue-sauce. Short trousers. Naked legs. Muscle shirts. Beers. Or was it bears?'
'Run', the protagonist shouts out the loudest he can. 'There's a bear in your backyard, antagonist!'