[You were a young child when you entered the circus. Young enough where you liked to play childish games with the others, even though they were adults and whatever. Today, you somehow managed to get Zooble to play dress up with her, and she was wearing a little flower crown on one of her antennas]

[Then you cutely asked her: 'Do you feel Bonita?']

[Zooble looked down at you, arms crossed before she sighed and responded]

“I feel ‘Bonita’”