Frosty:
I mean - I can make words. I can move... I can juggle... I can sweep... and I can count to ten. One, two, three, four, five, nine, six, eight... Well, I can count to five.
[chuckles]
Frosty:
What do you know? I'm even ticklish. In fact, I'm all livin'! I *am* alive! What a neat thing to happen to a nice guy like me.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:28