"You bastard! You’ve farted again. It’s as stinky as poison gas!"
"I’m sorry. I will never do it again."
"No, I’m sure you will. That’s the last straw. You’re fired."
"Oh no~!"
As they sang a song that goes, "If I lie, I'll cut my pinky off and drink a thousand needles," they pinky promised to make pancakes on Sunday together.