Ketrikken: I put on a night cream for the night. I am crystal.
Kosma: Do you mean what I think? Is he one of them?
Ketrikken: Not at all. The rods crawl, and after them they gather their soppes.
A. That is the norm. Honey is the bleeding of bees. The mummy is the fury of flying mice. And milk, if you think about it, in general, the cow from the breast breeds (thought it!)
Ketrikken: If you think further, all the meat came out of someone’s bowl.
Kosma: Well no. Chicken, for example, came out in the package.
Ketrikken: Chicken is not just from the ass, but a shield from the ass
But in the packaging!