Unus femaleus species teen-agerum brattus ambulatum outum porticus at decius o’clockus, et pater oratum, “Wherus tu thinkus tu goest thisus timus of nightus?”
“Oh daddicus, tu est fuddicus-duddicus. Est goingus tous particus toga.”
“Tu meanest unus fuckus-ruckus?”
“Daddicus!”
Mater rushum intoum solarium. “Whatus going onus herem?”
“Mommicus, daddicus hast mouthus potticus!”
“Yourus femaleus species teen-agerum brattus est goingum to a particus toga!”
“So whattus?” Mater respondum.
“Thatus toga est wayum too shortus!” Pater screamus.
“Est stylus,” Mater saidum.
“Est vulgar,” Pater saidum.
“Allus girlus wearam togas shortum.”
“Tu est non allus girlus.”
“Oh, daddicus!”
“Who est meetingum at particus toga?”
“Brutus Juniorum.”
“Senatorum Brutus maleus species teen-agerum brattus?”
“Veritatus, Daddicus.”
“Non est trustus hisus daddicus.”
“Why notus?”
“Brutus est stabbus tu in the backus ifus he hadus the chanceus.”
“Oh, Daddicus!”
“Giveus a breakus,” Mater saidum.
“Be homus beforeus the roosterus crowum.”
“Oh, Daddicus, tu est so schoolus oldus.”
“Et comest straightest homus ifus Cleopatra showsus upus atus particus toga.”
“Whatus is wrongus with Cleopatra?”
“Non likus herus aspus.”
“Herus whatus?” Mater screamum.
“Aspus! Aspus!”
“Oh,” mater saidum. “Neverum mindum.”
“Onum lastest thingum,” pater saidum to femaleum species teen-agerum brattus.”
“Whatus nowum?” femaleum saidum with a sighum.
“Don’tus rideus in chariotus of that maleum species teen-agerum brattus!”
“Oh, Daddicus!”