Likpato: You see, the sound of the voice of a Boobette, the smell of her skin, now all this reminds me of the scragun. I am still dreaming of her, at night, that she comes here to make troubles or to put her horrible telescreen.

Likpato: In more she lost my little heart, and because of her my gentle likmite became a scragun her too!

Doudouna: Ah! How shocking!

Likpato: Ah if I could stay, I could educate her, and show her what is nice and kind! She was interested in astrolikonomy, she could become a scientilikpatress, or an artist!

Doudouna: Alas no, it would not work, because the scragun would break everything systematically.

Likpato: But whyyyyy?