Colleen: Y' can't drive, can ya? Vilu: I very well can, thank you very much. Colleen: Suuuuuuure you can. Me: *noticing we are just about to crash into a tree* TURN!!!! Vilu: Wha? Ohhhh, turn! Me: Remind me again why I thought this was a good idea... Colleen: Y' sure I can't drive? Me/Vilu: YES! NOW SHUT UP! Colleen: All right, all right, already! I get it! {five minutes later} Colleen: I say, look, a little rabbit chappie! Vilu: He's a hare. Colleen: Rabbit. Vilu: Hare. Colleen: Rabbit. Vilu: Hare. Colleen: Rabbit Vilu: Hare. Me: WATCH THE ROAD!!!!!!!! Pikkle: I say, old thing, pull over, wot! Salamandastron 'r bust, doncha know! *** Me: So you're Pikkle, eh? Pikkle: Right on, old thing! I say, Red me ol' waffle, y'got any bally grub 'round 'erabouts, wot? Me: *sigh* Don't you hares ever stop eating? Pikkle: But I 'aven' eaten fer an 'ole hour! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease??? Me: Fine. Whatever'll make you shut up. *hands Pikkle a chocolate bar.* Pikkle: Mmf grmf mmf mfumer. Colleen: Eh? Wot's that y'say? Pikkle I said, y'got any more o' this spiffin' stuff, wot? Me: Here.*gives Pikkle a giant, economy-size package of chocolate bars* That should keep you busy for a while. *** Pikkle: I'm hungry. Me: I'm bored. Pikkle: Are we there yet? Colleen: No. Pikkle: Are we close? Colleen: *whispering* Er, Waffle, where exactly are we going? Me: Dunno. Someplace. That house over there. Vilu: What house? Me: *points* That one. Vilu: Right. That one. Not like there's any other ones about, eh? Me: *giggles* {a few minutes later} Vilu: You sure you wanna do this? Me: *sigh* Vilu, dude, look, it's the only place in miles. Vilu: I have a bad feeling about this... Colleen: Oh, shut your bloomin' mouth an' help me wi' this luggage. *** Me: *Goes up to door and knocks. An old hogwife answers* Hogwife: Ow, my, my, visitors! Come in, young 'uns, make yersleves at 'ome now, ow my, ow my, Will! We've got comp'ny, m'dear!