*deep sigh* Okay, asshole. As long as they don't sing 'sorry sorry sorry, Jack' thingy, I try to bear. I'm Cobb, not Jack fyi.

I know them. They sing good calming songs as far as I concern. Btw, I know why you're up with Bimbo, hey it's almost Ramadhan.

Shut the hell up! ''Or what?'' Or I'll send you to the deepest Limbo. ''He? Bimbo you said?'' *sweating*

No wonder your fat is like all over your body, dude. *chuckle* I think it's time for you to join that Biggest Looser reality show.

I don't know either, dude. Let's just finish this, I'm famished. Haven't eat for like 24ho. Tell Arthur I want BK's usual package.

Wait a sec, what did you say? My dream? Isn't it your turn this time? I'm confused. So whose dream is now we're living in? *nudging Cobb*

In your dream, dude. Seriously, get the hell out of here now.

It's okay. I forgive you. You're just having a delusion, the side effect of that seductive drugs. Are you still sleep?

No she's not, you freakin moron. It's an Ev but not with the Salt. Get a life or just die, bitch.

So that freakin Ev Salt is now the twitter's admin?! Wow, she survives, I presume. And doing another undercover thingy. Nice.