Might I conjure Ya
Pesto chango
Pick a cod, any cod!
An elaborate fantasy in which she is in prison and tries to escape by chewing through the bars of her cell.
Because they had no bars on their cells!
Me: It doesn't talk. Cashier: Ya, but what does it say Me: IT DOESN'T TALK. Cashier: Ok, Ma'am.
I dunno, I'll tell ya tomorrow
We came we saw we conjured !