Mak dau goo si

McDull:
So mother has been using the dictionary? But why is she writing in English? The letter is short. Mother must have translated it word by word. I use the machine to turn it back into Chinese. It is addressed to the Olympic Committee Chairman. "Dear Chairman: How are you? I am fine. You like bun? I like bun! We Hong Kong people here love bun. Buns of all sort. Dear friend, it is important to snatch buns. It is a game, no joke. One needs energy, and many night congee. In my stupid opinion... Snatching bun is an Olympic game. Let athletes all over the world snatch! And there will be peace."

McDull:
My mind boggles as I practice. After all, I am not a fan of bun snatching. I am only doing this for mother.

McDull:
I don't know much about Kung Fu kings, but I must be the ultimate pork. The pork that struts about with buns in hands.

McDull:
Don't think that I've been daydreaming. I was contemplating something academic. How does this universe work? I mean, I ate 6 oranges that morning. And my stomach wouldn't stop. Then I ate 3 bananas this morning. Again my stomach wouldn't stop. It just wouldn't stop! How are these two things related?