Gacha life 2 version of Caleb

Tino: Ita certe. Ecce hoc speciale quod archimagirus tibi fecit. Tu ede istud propter modum quo de urbe mea loqueris.

Ronaldus: Istud non edam.

Tino: Istam merdam felinam esurus es.

Ronaldus: Merdam felinam non edam.

Tino: Merdam felinam edes.

Ronaldus: Ronaldus Burgundy negat!

Tino: Me et omnes qui adsunt ludificas. Tu pone istam merdam felinam in ore tuo.

Ronaldus: Non!

Tino: Etiam!

Ronaldus: Non!

Tino: Sic!

Ronaldus: Merdam felinam non edam.

Tino: Istam edes statim!

Ronaldus: Non!

Tino: Edes!

Ronaldus: Bene, edere conabor unum...

Tino: Pone istam ibi.

Ronaldus: Si unum morsum sumpsero accipiesne mihi frustum bubulae? Si unum stercoris morsum sumpsero feresne mihi frustum bubulae?

Tino: De ista re cogitabo. Ita, pone istam ibi.

Ronaldus: Parvum frustum.

Tino: Ita, incipe a fine.

Ronaldus: Tam esurio.

Tino: Em tibi.

Ronaldus: Oh Deus!

Tino: Frustum bubulae. Magnum frustum bubulae ei, quaeso.

Ronaldus: Non! Unum morsum habui.

Tino: Non satis est.

Ronaldus: Filius caniculae.

Tino: Hocne tibi placet? Oh, noli flere. Noli flere. Non flet. Non flet. Noli flere in mea...

Ronaldus: Stercus edam. Non curo. Totum stercoris frustum edam.

Tino: Fiat, modo confice id. Nonne te melius habes nunc?

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Ron: Oh, Tino, thank you for letting me come in here. I’m glad I can still get a good meal.

Tino: Yeah sure. Here you are, the chef made this special for you. You eat that for the way you talk about my city.

Ron: I will not eat that.

Tino: You’re going to eat that cat poo.

Ron: I will not eat cat poop.

Tino: You will eat cat poo.

Ron: Ron Burgundy says no!

Tino: You make a fool of me and everyone here. You put that cat poo in your mouth.

Ron: No!

Tino: Yes!

Ron: No!

Tino: Sí!

Ron: I will not eat cat poop.

Tino: You will do it immediately!

Ron: No!

Tino: You will!

Ron: Fine, I’ll try to eat one...

Tino: Get in there.

Ron: If I take one bite will you get me a steak? If I take one bite of shit will you bring me a steak?

Tino: I’ll think about it. Yeah, get in there.

Ron: Little piece.

Tino: Yeah, start with the end.

Ron: I am so hungry.

Tino: There.

Ron: Oh God!

Tino: A steak. A big steak for him, please.

Ron: No! I had one bite.

Tino: That’s not enough.

Ron: Son of a bitch.

Tino: You like this? Oh, don’t cry. Don’t cry. He’s not crying. He’s not crying. Don’t cry in my...

Ron: I’ll eat the shit. I don’t care. I’ll eat the entire hunk of shit.

“I only need two more parts. Can you help me?”

“What are you talking about? Two more parts for what?”

“To finish building this rocket ship.”

“Rocket ship?!”

“Shhh! Not so loud. The woman might hear you. Will you help me, or not?”

“Honestly, I don’t think I can. I’m really sorry. But you’re not my cat, and that’s just some ornamental furniture.”

“Fine then. I'll get the parts myself. I don't need you, or any other human for that matter.”