Ooooo.....I'm shaking like a leaf, Naya Nepali. Oh, the God, Naya Nepali is angry like kalo-bhairab. So now my teeth are chattering. I've turned white in the face. I cannot see straight. My hair has become dishevelled and is turning white. My throat is parched and feels clamped. My limbs are feeling like gundpak from Gundpak bhandar, they seem immobile. My legs are trembling when I try to run. Shake, shake shake.

Oh Naya Nepali, only you can save me now. What shall I do, what shall I do? All the girls in Nepal should come to you for their protection and safety since you have such a great track record of standing up for girls against your hooligan boka homeboys right? We should trust you and no one else but you that you will protect us girls.

But meanwhile, all I can do is scream like a little girl in a Nepali movie about to be gang raped by a bunch of incompetent men: "Bachauuuu, malai bachuauuu---Please save me, please save me oh villagers"