I replied, “I am doing very well, how are you?”
They said, again practically in unison, ”We’re very happy to be here. These mint shakes McDonalds is selling at Christmas are delicious.”
I said, “Oh, are they? I must try one. Is that what all of those empty cups are from, too?”
"Yes, yes," they said. "We really like these milk shakes."
A bit intrigued, I asked them, “Is that all you’re doing, sitting here drinking mint milk shakes?”
And they replied, “Oh, yes, that is pretty much it. We, we chew!”
I said, “What do you mean, you chew?”
And they again said, more insistently, “We, we chew!”
“Really, now,” I said. “You don’t chew a milk shake, you drink a milk shake.”
I was about to tell them that the old McDonalds shakes did have a gritty texture, which I always liked, and that you could sort of chew them, when they again said “We we chew!”
So, finally, I said, “I just don't get it. Milk shakes are something you drink, not chew!"
To which they replied “Yes, yes. But, we we chew a Merry Christmas!”