One of the clouds in the background is blowing another one.
He always tells them with a dead Pan face.
One they've never herbivore.
Not by getting drunk and blowing off your fingers, because it's just a regular day fir you.
Cross your legs
They're robots in da skies.
I don't know. It's a Mistery.
Surreal.
Me : Oh, that was Denise. Dad: Oh, da' niece I thought it was da' nephew. Buh dum tsssssssss
