I now use my powerful, abundant cheeks to express how I feel.
This is happy.
Incredulous.
Stay away from my mobile, tough guy.
I flopped a straight and the guy across the table's got nothing.
What did I SAY about my mobile, big chief?
I will eat pizza in four months.
Can you believe the schnook who tried to use my mobile?
Tell me more about pizza.
This is just gas.
EXCELLENT.
This isn't really an emotion. I'm impersonating those cat statues in the Chinatown storefronts.
Also gas.
Yeah. Gas.
I'm SPENT. Bring me some pizza.