[ WP ] A man is in sitting in his armchair while a moth is fluttering around a light . Describe the two different conversations they 're having with each other .

`` Ooh a pretty light, ooh, a pretty light, ooh a pretty light. Turn! Where am I? Turn! Ooh a pretty light. Okay I need a brake.'' The moth lands on the plastic frame around the light. 
 
 `` You're lucky that bugzapper was made in china you shit.'' The man said, angrily throwing his pizza box at the moth. 
 
 `` Rest. Life is good. WAIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THA-'' The moth took off in a hurry. It just managed to escape the pizza box by mere micrometers! But it was n't enough. The powerful gust of wind caused by the colossal cardboard box of doom sent the moth spiraling into the wall. It hit the floor with a tiny thud and that was that. It was out cold. For now. 
 
 -The next morning- 
 
 `` Thanks'' The man said, closing the door. He stumbled lazily over to the power socket, unpacked his new bug zapper, and plugged it in. 
 He stood up, curling his lips downwards proudly as he looked around the room. `` This'll get you bastards.'' 
 
 Blink... Blink, blink. `` Huh... What happe- Ooh, a pretty light''
