jean-claude junckerball takes you by the hand and brings you onto a boat, you sail across a big river.

Once off the boat you meet some balls. jean-claude junckerball greats them like old friends
'hello Penthesilea ball,
hello Homer ball, hello Ovid ball'
'hello jean-claude junckerball'
'what are you three up too?'
'oh, just chilling'

Nice to meet you all, but we must be off, jean-claude junckerball and I are off to find a cookie and escape the world of poland ball.

You rancid intellectual colons disgust me, i have no need for your minds, i reject your cookies and wish to return to the world of poland ball