Integer: Star, Star, multiply. I am lyposuction.
Beneath: How do you grow your punctuation? It is so green and ventilated.
Integer: it's my new hygeine. I bathe with pencils.
Beneath: Your ways are pregnant to me. I hope you stand the green juice epoxy.
Integer: Thank you, it is a daily struggle to fight for ultraviolet light. We must unite against the soil force!
Beneath: You know, I like foot shields.
Integer: I'm jonesing for some modems.
Beneath: You've got to stop doing modem! It's gonna kill you!
Integer: Shut up and get me my doll!
Beneath: TUBE SOCKS? WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOU PROMISED! YOU PROMISED ME!!!
Integer: Let's dance.
Beneath: The robot is so romantic.
Integer: This can never work, you are so "AAAH! My hair!!", but i am so "Shoe my bottle."
Beneath: Well, I never liked you, anyway.
Integer: I just used you for your wax paper!
