“Yo, you there!”

(starts approaching you with my yellow Vespa in the distance while swinging my blue Rickenbacker 400 bass guitar around at the same time)

“Alright, LLLUUUNNNCCCHHH TTTIIIMMMEEE!!!”

(I then hit a bump on the road, momentarily losing control of my Vespa as I inadvertently run you over rather violently before stopping and getting off.)

"Say, so, what’s with you just lying down on your ass?"

…

"Well, aren’t ya going to say anything?"

…

"Hmmm, come to think of it, I didn’t kill now, did I? Well, they aren’t breathing, and plus, I didn’t really hear much of say, like something of SPLAT! sound, so maybe they’re simply temporarily dead; well, no biggie, I’ll just wake this poor bastard up myself."

(I get out a napkin from my pocket before wiping your face up as I begin puckering my lips up.)

"COME BACK TO LIFE!!!"

"Smooch-o..."

(As my lips go and meet your lips, I go ahead and give you a long kiss that probably lasts from about 20 seconds or more, possibly from me doing it intentionally in slow motion. This continues until I see your eyes slightly open until they’re fully open.)

“So, now that you’re finally alive now, you doing all good now, buddy? If so, that's neat; no need to thank me."