X: Where is he?
Y: Why is she hiding?
Z: What are you talking about?
Y: Is it a clue?
X: We should tell her.
Z: Is it an awakening?
Y: It is rotten tomatoes.
X: Perhaps shocked by apathy.
Y: Bullies will go away.
Z: Why so much struggle?
Z: Boring is this game.
X: Her masks are holding her back.
Z: Shocks are tags in rags.
X: Is she soon going into oblivion?
Y: Magnetic circus!
Y: Is he ready to know glares?
X: About his dreams?
X: The touch is a solace.
Y: Is she an observer?
X: Bantering is her job.
Z: Panick is about shoes-strings?
X: Everybody except her know about it!
Y: Is he a crybaby?
X: It doesn’t make sense.
X: Was he looking at her?
Y: Yes, it was always about him.
Z: Is she fake?
X: About the chatterbox!
Y: Should we fast forward to 3010?
Z: When there is no tariff on phones, playing games is good.
X: Why does he love depression?
Y: Patrons are running after the jobs!
X: Deep inside her heart guitars are playing full-on!
Y: Who is ribbon?
X: More questions than answers.
Z: Is it a riddle?
X: He has 1000 avatars!
Y: Is he really shy?
Z: Sigh shy?
X: Assessing her is impossible.
Y: Is she a transgender?
X: A dark mystery with 72 chapters.
Z: Books are poker-faced zombies.
Z: Is he in love?
X: She is a confused damsel.
Y: Where have they gone?
Z: It seems so.
X: It’s natural.
Y: Yes, he has to come out of vicious circle.
X: She always loved repetitions.
Z: Is it about Bruce Lee?
Y: He was looking at the balloon which was flying on azure skies.
X: And you were playing hide-and-seek.
X: Who is going to get fever on which day?
Y: Welcos to all amigos!
Z: Puzzles to puzzle you?
X: Look she is here.
Y: Yes, in a dark room.
Z: Why are they kidding with us?
X: Because he is chewing his own bones figuratively speaking.
Y: She is coming out of stupor now.
X: Was it a destined match?
Z: These are isolated thoughts.
Y: Shoes are bees in zoos and they have insomnia like feline gossips.
X: You are blowing his mind away!
Y: Answers are least of her priorities.
X: Has the countdown begun?
Y: It’s all gobbledygook.
Z: Is she Jack-nicholson?
X: Dreams are holes in a tree. They tie bees.
Z: What the hell are you talking about?
Y: Look, look she’s going to the dark-room again…
X: I thought the pool always existed in the dark room!
Z: Whose that coming?
X: A cat who lived 16 lives!
Z: What is really real?
X: As long as it lasts!