One whispers, I cannot wait to see her again.
The other mutters, we need to kill these people who eat the other meat.
One shouts in joy - oh, he wore the shirt I got him!
The other screams - you will wear what we tell you to wear!
One says I'm terrified she's going to friendzone me
The other says I worry about our women marrying their men
Love and Religion
No wonder they don't get along
They don't speak the same words.
Like Swahili and French
The script looks the same
but the vocabulary is too different