Oh, Sasquatch, the golfing girls say they will steal my ball wherever it lands and prevent me from completing my round!
Be calm, Anime Girl! When I bellow from the out-of-bounds trees those stick-ball girls will all run for the shelter of the scorer’s trailer.
Oh, Sasquatch, you roar like concrete shattering in an earthquake but with me your voice is like cloud shadows moving across a mountain-side. I love you, Sasquatch.
And I love you, Anime Girl, I love you.