it’s a pleasure to finally meet you! (What are you staring at, fat lady? I’m not your escaped dinner. It must have ran the opposite direction)
- Oh, hi Jane, come on in! (Good Lord, just in what pile of garbage did my son found you?)
- Thank you. So how’s it going, Mrs. Jones? (And here come some really awesome stories from a woman who definitely knows everything and even more)
- Nah, just a usual stuff. (None of which is of your business, young lady) Better tell me about yourself. (And you’d better make your story at least interesting as I’m not going to buy anything coming from your mouth anyway)
- Well, does graduation from the faculty of real-time mindreading at Miskatonic University – that’s the “pile of garbage” where your son found me – sounds interesting to you? Will you buy it? (Sheesh look at her face! She definitely didn’t see that coming. Hope, she won’t have a stroke! This rug looks really good, would be a waste to use it to bury her)
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