Paul: papa
papa
papa
papa
papa
papa
papa
papa
Flake: what
Paul: hi
Flake: ...
Paul: papa
Flake: what
Paul: hi
Flake: ....
Paul: papa
Flake: HI
Paul: hi papa
Flake: Paul, why don't you just go play with Richard
Paul: but Richard is a diva
Flake: how about Oli then?
Paul: he's so tall compared to me, I don't like it, he's always teasing me!
Flake: how about Schneider?
Paul: EMPTY DRUMMER BRAIN!
Flake: Paul, that's not very nice
Paul: but papa, you're always calling Till a fat bas-
Flake: Paul, don't say that word!
Paul: papa, spiel mit mir
Flake: nein
Paul: please papa
Flake: ......
Paul: you're mean!
Flake: ...
Paul: *hugs him*
Ich liebe dich, papa
Flake: ....
Paul: make me a sandwich
Flake: fine
Paul: make me two sandwiches, no, THREE SANDWICHES! Ja, three massive bacon sandwiches!
Flake: I'm not gonna take care of you if you get sick
