Kenneth: I have officially gotten quite sick of the fishes we have...

Kiabor: Eh.. You're a lousy pet owner. Then what are we going to do with the fishes? Feed them to the sharks? Put them up for adoption?

Kenneth: Nah. They'll live. Just leave them there.

Kiabor: Eh.. Let them rot and die? Why not sell them?

Kenneth: Its okay. They won't die. They are programmed not to die.

Kiabor: Eh.. Doesn't that feel very inhumane?

Kenneth: Alright. Then I'll leae you in charge of the fishes. I have a new pet. Meet Hamchis.

Kiabor: Eh.. Ham and cheese?

Kenneth: No Hamchis. Spelt H-A-M-C-H-I-S. My new pet hamster.

Kiabor: Eh.. Are you going to abandon him like you did the others?

Kenneth: Of course not. Look at him. Running, walking, sniffing. SO ADORABLE! Don't worry. I'm an animal lover. I will take good care of the fishes still.

Kiabor: Eh.. You sound gay. You sound like an obsessed fan-girl...

Kenneth: No I DON'T! Can't you see!?!?!? Ham ham is SO FREAKING ADORABLE!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Kiabor: Eh.. Dude stop it. Ham ham... Listen to yourself. Where's your composure? Look at how you're exclaiming and screaming like a freaking fan-girl high on Coca Cola.

Kenneth: Shut up. You won't understand. Look at how he follows where I point! SOOOOOO CUUUUTTTTEEEEE!!!!!!!

Kiabor: Eh.. You've changed. You've really changed. I don't know you anymore... Screw your Hamchis. I'll poison him soon...

Kenneth: MY HAMCHIS!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!

Kiabor: ... ... ... ...