Bi, Patsak:
I have a proposition, my dear. You give us the match now, and we'll bring you yellow pants. Sounds good?
Dyadya Vova:
Thanks, already have some. Maybe Fiddler needs some? Fiddler! The aliens are pushing pants here! Yellow! Do you want?
Bi, Patsak:
There is no more Fiddler, my dear.
Dyadya Vova:
What do you mean, no more?
Uef:
I ejected him.
Bi, Patsak:
Don't worry, we have another catapult. A new one. That one was broken anyway.
Dyadya Vova:
Excuse me?
Uef:
I pressed the kappa, he flew away. Fiddler is unnecessary, my dear. He only uses up fuel.
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