"Keep your howls of glory in check."
"What?"
"I said, 'Keep your triumphant shouts inside careful confinement of the czech republic's barriers.'"
"Oh, I understand. Will do. What about wails? Moans? Pains? Defeat? Where should I leave them?"
"I don't know, wash that shit off. Jesus. You are tracking it into the house. My house."
"Sorry, dude."
"It's cool, kick off yr shoes and let's go watch some television."
[end]