A candid conversation between a Freeloader Witch and a Hard Working Composer. Feel Free to laugh
Witch: "Ah, Chop-Chop. you're here. Good. We're out of rum."
Composer: "Yes, I can see the shattered bottles on the floor."
Witch: "I kept telling you to nail the cupboard to the wall because I have to climb the d*mn thing to reach the top, but nooooo. Mr. Music Man wouldn't listen to his waifu."
Composer: "............I'm sorry, Penny. I spent the entire week washing your clothing and witch hat. I'm tired. There will be no dinner today. Good night."
Witch: "WAIT! I-I'm sorry! D-do you not see my super serious grovel!? I-I'll clean up the rum bottles and wash the kitchen! P-please don't cut my rations again! Th-this Witch can't live without food and snacks!"