She admits that her unhappiness is like a clumsy monster crushing Tokyo. Then he mimes building a glass wall and says, I’ll take my chances.

Frank looked out the windows to inspect the construction. It never ends, he sighed, sipping tea. And then the hostage said, I wish it would.

The carcass of an elephant fell to the street. Traffic backed up. The media appeared. Experts were called in. But the elephant remained dead