Faceslapping for tomatoes

I love competition.

It was very competitive.

So, you will tell us which face slap is the strongest,

hers or mine.

Uh-huh.

Okay?

Yes, mistress.

I start, okay?

Uh-huh.

Okay, I will have...

My hands been too warm up for sure.

Uh-huh.

Do you have something to say to her?

What you think?

You said you have something for me.

Why I don't hear?

Okay, mistress.

The restaurant, September.

For potatoes.

Tomatoes.

You don't like her.

No.

Sing, sing, sing.

Yes, the restaurant September for tomatoes.

You don't like her.

And I thought you want to kicking her.

Punching her.

Punching her.

Yeah, punching her.

Yes, for tomatoes.

Like this, I show you.

Like this.

Think about it.

Think about that date right now.

That will be not so good for you.

Come on, you are that fucking waiter?

The restaurant we said, September.

Come on, tell me more.

With Balou, you don't like her.

There's two tomatoes on the plate.

You are the restaurant.

You are the restaurant.

I'm the restaurant.

I like tomato.

I like tomato.

You like tomato?

I like tomato.

No, you hate tomato.

Like me.

I like tomatoes.

Tomato is shit.

No, this is bad.

No, tomato is bad.

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