You are handsome, you are handsome, you have a nest of cabbage on your head, a sack on your body, and a kelp around your waist. You think you are the Invincible of the East, but you are actually the second generation of the declining gods.
Smelly, stinky, you are so stinky. Aquiline nose, toad mouth, mouse eyes and pig ears, it depends on whether you are stinky or not.
We are good together, we are good together, we pool money to buy a watch, you wear it and I wear it, you are an old American lady.
Because, scientifically speaking, after research, you are an ant.
Sorry, salute. Put a P and give it to you.
Hello, hello, you go to the river to take a bath, you have more hair but less flesh.
I'm afraid you'll be greedy after eating farts, so I'll pour salt into your stomach for 25 cents, and you'll look like a small landowner.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
