Willie stared at Daphne Hopton as she claimed the ride not being fun at all. Although she had changed, making him so confused. Women. The just don't know what they want do they?

His gaze was lifted to Plymouth, who to him looked like a bamboo's bottom. His eyes narrowed at him. Who was he to speak to him?! He was Willie Crocker! A Crocker isn't supposed to be spoken to like this! He was... Well, he was a Crocker!

His left eye twitching, Willie tried his best to straighten up, only to wince a bit from the pain that erupted from his bottom. "I callleeddd 'errrrrr MITHHHHH *SPIITTT* PRITHHHHH *SPIIIIIITTT*, yee daft 'eaded perthuuuun you!"