Ronsonol: There are some stones on the table over there. (He points with his nose)
Siris: Perhaps the lighter will do. (He picks up the lighter and takes a photo)
Ronsonol: Don’t you think that the dirty socks will jump?
Siris: It is clear to me that the snotty tissues will only clean up after them.
Ronsonol: The Door?
Siris: Shit
Ronsonol: The telephone
Siris: Shiiiit
Ronsonol: Then what?
Siris: The dog has fallen ill and is making funny noises.
Ronsonol: Is that on account of the dirty tissues?
Siris: Indeed they fed him raw meat.
Ronsonol: I shall punish them later. Now where are the batteries?