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Baby, it's all your fault for taking me out for late-night snacks. Look at my legs, they've grown fat, they're full of meat.
Now you want me to have a midnight snack? What do you want to eat?
Salted yogurt? What's that? Rich in protein? Yogurt that comes out of a pipe? I don't know. I've never heard of it.
Have I ever eaten it? Last night at the movies? (Thinking...reacting, shy and angry) Hmph! Bummer! You, you, you! I said I wouldn't say it again, I'm so ashamed!
Well ...... what are you doing...I don't want to...um...drink the salty...uh...yogurt...it's okay...
It's okay to drink it...um...you give me...that thing first...uh uh...that's...[one button triple]
Okay? Let's get on with it then, baby... (triumphant grin)
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