That commander-in-Chef, he freaks out.

Stop.

No wonder he is the Commander-in-Chef. You freak out, you makes me freak out ! Shut up !  In our world, no one knows whom you are, whom I am. Just like the air passing by, none of this has anything to do with neither one of us. Its at Mars. Not us.

You stay motionless

I stay motionless

Don't move ! Stop. No one knows us a trace.

I take that you want to see more painting, that is what it means, it will never works, not me die in Ireland, they Westlife all die in China. No.