"Wow, Link's punch was so fierce, it almost knocked off Clinton's chin."
In the office, Tiffany held her little fist and bumped her own chin, then with an "ahh," her jaw slanted, turning her into a lopsided-mouth girl.
"Alright, go play on the side, I still have work to do."
Seeing that Link had won without getting hurt, Ivanka pushed away her computer and continued to browse her emails.
"Okay!"
Tiffany hugged her computer, leaning on the couch playing online games, chirping and shouting disorderly.
"Tiffany, do you like acting that much?"
Ivanka yelled.
"What?"
Tiffany looked up and over.
"If you like making movies, you could start by taking classes at a drama school; becoming an actress could be nice for you in the future."
Ivanka suggested.
"No! I play a zombie in the crew because it's fun, but if I were to take acting classes, that would be too painful. I don't want to make trouble for myself."
Tiffany shook her head repeatedly.
