I’ll try not to write all over this one anyway, I think? It’s pretty self-explanatory. But they’ll come a time when you’ll say this man is not speaking enough.
It’s a pickle. What, can I say I have an attitude. I would recommend getting out of your bunkers. I would tell you smoking is bad for you too, but it’s not in my nature. A rude awakening cometh! You need to be diminished and I’m so tired of hearing Russian Russian I just might blow it up. I play a tricky Game of Death. Time to play the game ha, ha! And don’t you forget there’s a place you can pay. I am the game, and I want to play! It’s just a matter of time, something you don’t have.
I was walking through the woods one day on an Old Farm Trail. When I came across the Biggest Owl I’ve ever seen. So I stopped to admire him, I was thinking, something was bothering me? I said I don’t like the way you “swoop down” on little animals and kill them. Well, that Big Old Owl looked at me for a bit, (I’m sure it was with disgust or was it contempt) blinked his eyes! And he said it’s the way that I eat.