he’d sigh, as his Place of rankings were an 2nd Saddest country, he was always sad as London was just dull and gloomy. He’d sit on a bench as he held his fancy umbrella, as the dark night of the Rainy clouds squashed over him, Making it rain a bit heavily.

Uk: “Agh, Stupid Weather…and stupid m..me…” he’d say sadly and overwhelming to himself as tears poured out of his eyes as he sat there in the dark coldness, waiting for his Cab to arrive.