B : ok, enough. I've made my mind. Z : oh ye~ is that true? B : go screw urself. Z : ah~ now u r talking
Run, run away, keep running
Got ur message, I'll try harder, my dear
like father said, choose ur weapon wisely. Hold it till the enemy's front line.
but both we know, take ur time, it's still early 2 say sth. stupid.
2 tell the truth. r we trying 2 figure out who's gonna say stop? who's gonna surrender 1st?