After the bois did le frickle-frackle, Bab made a comet.
"Oh ShIzZlE!" Bob shooted. "My Babushka is supposed ti come over suun."
"Wait, ur Rusian?" Larray asked, as he tucced himself away.
"YUP! And Norwegianiay!" Bob replied, happily-he.
"Arright~ Wait! We has to cleen up from le frickle-frackle!" Larry said, wiping things awaee.
SUddenly-he, their was a nock on le dor. "ЛПП! ТЫ ДОМА!?!!" Babushka shooted thru le dor. "ЛПП! Здесь есть папа? Я ИЩУ ЭТО, ПОТОМУ ЧТО ЭТО БЫЛО, ПОЧЕМУ ГРАНДМА ПОЛУЧАЕТ НЕКОТОРЫЕ АКЦИИ!"
"THE POPE ISN'T HERE! MY MAN IS THOOOOOOOO!"
"MOFO YOU GAEEEEE!?!?!?!" Bobushka shouted thru le dor. Bobushka walked away.
