"In any sense, why must I be the one walking on the curling?" Feng Jie inquired.
"You more agile than I am." Khan remarked, "Isn't that a useful feature?"
"Supplementary it is." Feng Jie spoke, "Though I don't desire walking in such an upside motion, people might shit their wiz, as one could place it."
"Your words are as ever gentle as crude at the same time." Khan remarked, "But I don't see why your so he's taint about dancing let alone anything else."
"Your the one who asked if I could do such a thing, I remarked. I can dance as much I can stand upside on the felling." Feng Jie spoke, "In any case, I don't desire to dance with a bunch of showboats in the less than basically troping slaughterhouse of a party."
"Slaughterhouse? I hardly doubt there's going to be a dead body this early in the evening, perhaps some pig types of blood if that makes you happy at least." Khan explained.
"Slightly admired." Feng Jie spoke, "Pigs blood? Would Mafia members be attending?"
"I haven't a clue what that means, but I'll assume you're trying to make a joke of our clear conversation without a hint of humor in it at all," Khan remarked.
"I'll be dancing, after the slaughterhouse of a party and war." Feng Jie explained, "Finally understand my point in the argument?"
"Not at all." Khan replied, "Not a single clue either way."