Zulmire: Cut meh a break, girleh. I live in a wood hut onna beach. I let ‘da elements come and go as dey want. *folds his arms, threatening to gore the side of the vehicle with his tusks* Your silly tek-nolll-gee c’n be where ‘dey be best. Away from me. *opens the car door and peers inside at Orpheus and Milena* ‘Dey should grow up aroun’ less tek-noo-gee. Udder’wise ‘dey neber how to live in ‘da real world.
