"Cough, cough... Hey Chop-Chop. We're out of rum."

"Yes. I see all of my father's bottles shattered on the floor. I wonder why."

"I told you to nail this shelf to the wall. The legs are uneven, of course it fell on me when I tried to climb the top shelf for the good stuff. It's all your fault."

"Penny, I spent the entire week just washing ALL of your witch clothing........ I-I'm a Musician! N-not a Carpenter who takes side jobs as a Plumber!"

"...Chop-Chop is just super lazy."

"No. I'm living my life against doctor's orders for 24 hour bed rest! Cough!"

Frederic Chopin wasn't feeling that well 

Even if it was a clean and sunny day with lots of fresh air, the pure amount of oxygen molecules was too much for his weary lungs to handle. So every time he was worked up or yelling, he would squeak every now and then.

It was hard to look mad enough to get his point across to a lazy Witch.

"Penny. Please stop licking yourself."

"I still have rum on me. I don't want it to go to waste... Tee-hee. If you want, I'll let you drink from my belly bu--"

"No."

"Tch."

The Witch frowned and flapped her arms. No, she wasn't trying to turn into a raven. She can do it, but that wasn't the reason why she moved like so.

She was trying to flick off the drops of rum that crashed onto her body. The same way a St. Bernard would shake itself free of mud...Take cover please.

"..................................."

"Chop-Chop. I don't like how you're staring at me like that. I can't tell if you suddenly become interested in my body, or you see me as a dog."

"More like a cat who enjoys coughing hairballs in every corner of the house."

"Now, I say! I say boy! I resent that--Hurk! Haaack! Coughff!... C-cork!? (OxO)"