Paul warned me that South Africa's African National Congress is going to splinter, and that Bolivia's recent upheavals could destabilize the entire continent of South America. Then we went on an aeroplaine ride fueled by Paul's sense of superiority. I had to keep giving him compliments so that we wouldn't lose altitude.
I decided that the plane ride wasn't very fun, so I aimed at a tree and countered it. The chartruse watermellon cactus perforated my larynx. I now have a voice box synthesizer. South Korea has the best voice synthesizers. North Korea offered one at half the cont, but I could only talk in limericks. I'm still not exactly sure what a limerick is/was, but now I can have had saw the time passed.