|Slow down Sylvester, I'll talk to him... -Come along, Cumbie. If I stop I fall over.|
|... you heard us claiming a room for ourself... -Whoa-there|
|... we'll go and find one! - Good luck. See you soon! -*moan and groan* |
-This is not a bed of roses.
|*Plonk* - Don't bump down, TT. - We sit in traffic. -Sit tight! -No need for sarcasm, Mr. Trendon. The final chapter has not yet been written!|