My one comes from the parking lot, squeezed, holding her leg. And her voice is like a multiplex:
What am I cheering for?
My W, it hurts!
I – What happened?
My - she's not on the alarm, I can't leave!
Did I lock you in the parking lot?
My one is a-a.
Why does my leg hurt?
My - I was in the wheel, missed and got into the cast-a-a.