"You win a beating! I like this one!" Madame Grunty stated as Fastidious Beaver was beaten up and thrown out.
"Actually, beatings arn't something you can win." Fastidious mentioned, pulling himself up as if nothing happened to him.
The tent closed all of a sudden. "Ha! Just for that, Madame Grunty's is now closed for refurbishment!"
"Actually, you can only do that at random times." Fastidious stated.
"You're so annoying!" Madame Grunty remarked.
"Actually, I'm fastidious. Not annoying." Fastidious corrected her.
"Just shut up and leave my tent! From where you came's not where I went!"
"Actually, that rhyme didn't make sense, even though it's redundantly true." Fastidious added.
"Get the hell out!" Madame growled.
"Actually, you already told me to leave. So I shall." Fastidious stated as he walked away from the tent.