Let me show you a thousand acres of lush grass

Oh, you don’t see it? Here, let me move this out of the weigh.

No sir, I don’d do haggling. The price is only a hundred estates, besinds.

Give it a try. If you don’t like it after a millenium, you can get a free refund (plus a limited-edition plushie). It’s an udderly great deal.

You think I like bargaining properties? That’s where ewe are wrong, mine friend. No, no, no... This is the jobbe WHENCE I get my STIPEND to live off of of. My actual hobby is purchasing parcels. Very diffront.

So, you gonna buy it or not? Does it come with hive, you say? No: no honey. Just MONEY.. [Funny]

Yes, sir, my entire CLIENT-L is satisfied with our properteez. No need to ask.

It’s more than a property—It’s a property. Whether you’re delving into the real estate market for ^[1:] massive high-rises, ^[2:] homey beach-houses, or ^[3:] just a cozy-vibe cabin, I’m here to help.

Who’s that?

I’m the voice of the heath. Did you like my meadow-yoker output?

No, Heath-bot, it sucked.

What you just said hurt my field-ings.

I’m trying to sell this property to a valuable customer right now, Heath-bot.

You real-leigh are a jerk. Fuck you, Randall. This is exactly the coup de-grass I needed. Go to hell. I’d say you’re pasture prime, anyway.

Sorry, igknore the robot. He’s harmless.

Mostly.

Says hoo? I’m the owl.

Fine. I’ll pay YEW to have the property. Deal?

S u r e .