Hello, Goodbye, Rap, Rave and Rock, Aerosmith, and Welcome to Hell. And they can count to 10. They've got me beat. The receptionist cooks my dinner for me, an unidentified hybrid between a meatball and a ravioli. I accidentally drop one onto my pants, leaving a perverse stain that is likely to cause me future social problems.
Night falls, and the windows rattle in the black wind.
It gets terribly cold in Russia.