Quick.
Quick, quick, quick, quick.
Quick.
We should have been more careful.
We should have foreseen the failure.
It seems the Father wanted to have fun and test me.
I was waiting for a trick from him.
He decided not to waste a day.
What's wrong, Bingo?
I'm really bad.
He played me again.
You're so warm and tight,
and your smile is so bitter.
Why does God always play unfair?
He plays for fun.
He's bluffing, he's not laughing,
he's thinking.
That's why the media of the sun pours its traces on you.
I'm as greedy as a fish,
and my breath is as foul as a river.
You know, he's merciless.
He'll melt me to ashes.
And he'll burn me with black soot.
Evil hair, evil eyelashes.
He'll probably make me beg him to drop my face.
And he'll spit on me,
because I didn't drink coffee.
You'd better kill me.
I'll come to you to drink coffee,
and I'll die at your feet.