“Oi, you!” Adam screamed.

“Yes?” Anne replied innocently.

“Can I just say, that shirt of yours looks like someone was sick on it. I love it!”

Anne gasped.

“And your scarf looks about as torn as a broken fishing net.” Adam exclaimed proudly.

“Sorry? You mean you like it?! Uh…..th…thanks I guess..” Anne burbled. “Can I say something about you?”

“Sure! Offend away…”

“That…those shoes of yours look like your take good care of them….uh..” Anne mumbled.

“I don’t think you’ve quite got the touch…” Adam replied.