Oink: Er, I shouldn't have had that second toast juice..

Chili: The toilet? From here, please turn left in the hall. It's at the end.

Chili: Well, Kristy, now's your chance...

Kristy: My chance? Chance for what?

Chili: Your chance to say “don't touch my pig”!

Kristy: He's hardly “my pig”.

(Really, this form is way, too simple.)

Chili: Well, then, you aren't opposed?

Kristy: What? Well, I wouldn't go that far. After all...

Chili: Eh, what is it?