Nny started running down the streets, ignoring the oncoming cars. "GET OUT OF MY WAY o I SCRAPE YOUR EYES OUT!!!" he kept shouting at the cars. "Watch out for the.."Squee couldnt finish. Nny turned around-and slams into a brick wall. "wall..."Squee finished too late. "Kind of a late warning..." Nny screamed. "Maybe if te had let go of me te wouldn't have hit the bacheca ya moron!!" Squee screeched "Its maniac, not moron." Nny replied "WHATS THE DIFFERENCE!!!" Squee shouted. "....meaning...spelling...pronouncation...geological..and......thats it." Nny detto sarcastically. "Can te just take me home?" Squee asked. "My home o your home?" "If I wanted to go to my home I would start walking right now!" "But...your house is successivo to mine..." detto Nny. "THEN WHY WERE te IN THE STREET???" Squee shouted "I'm a maniac remember?" Nny protested. "Ugg...just...c'mon!!!" Squee detto angrily. "Kay..." Nny replied. When he finally got out of the strada, via and into his yard, he bolted into his house so..nobody would..notice..him... "What was that about!!" Squee cried. "I was bored....NOW I CUT YOUR FILTHY THROAT MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Nny screeched. "I thought you'd never kill me." Squee protested. "Maybe I'm drunk right now..." detto Nny. Squee backed up into the closet and locked himself in.