xxxh: came such a guy, crack, and let’s forge your screwdriver in the wires. A small bow is jumping through. I can’t stand it, I ask – Will you get the electricity? And he is so, cuddly - Well you will do artificial breathing! I, dark to him - I can't breathe, but there is a wooden swab, I will be able to repel, in case of anything. The hands.
YYY: They are like stripteaseers, cuddling, making money.