part of conversation number 1: "I'm ready for the party, my feet are tired, but I want to go to the party. You know that I hate idiots! they lurk at me, at a party, at work, on the street.

part conversation number 2: "you are my most loyal fan, my feet love you, oh do you hear my toes shoot? yes, yes it's for you. you know that my feet are only for the chosen ones."

I HATE IDIOTS! They are everywhere, they look at my beautiful little feet, but now I INGORE them! my toes shoot very loudly and intensively. I have red on my nails. AND I'M INGORING IDIOTS!