'Allo. You are well? Bon.

Ees true thees thing ahm about to tell you. No, ees not about ze sandaweech for we have already spoken at zee length about that theeng. Ees also not about zee monkey bars and how I would get on zem but it would be so verrrry pointaless to do so. Maybee you tink ahm going to tell you why I wear zee black un white stripe-ed shirt and zee tight black pants and zee reediculous beret and why I sport zee tiny leetle moustache but it ees not so even though all of thees tings make you want to a look like mee. No. Perhaps another time but the rrrrreason ah am here to talk to you ees a-differaunt. For I want to tell you about.....excusez-moi, zee phone, she rings. Allo? Jean Paul? No, he's not here. He is shopping for ze new pants. What kind? I do not know but his other ones they are broken. D'accord? Au revoir.

So, you are still here. Now you go away for I grow weary of you.