Water? Water! Does she really think we're gonna' drink water? These hawkers have got no business sense.
Come on.. Someone buy an icecream. Good old fashioned icecream. Please, anyone. Just one icecream for memory's sake.
Meanwhile, back in the wilds of Bansong-dong the People's Virtual Cup is doing nicely.
Eagerly the village crowd strains to catch every flicker of screen.
Mr Choi has converted his door-to-door fish truck into a mobile theatre, but it's tough on the batteries. Now in a suddenly desperate career change, he cheer-leads an army of restless tiny tots
Yup, we're the Red Devils, and tomorrow belongs to us.
Mister, did you really come all the way from the Costa del Sol to learn how we do it?
When I grow up I want to play a trumpet too..