So there he stands before us all: a tall, wide, furry figure, with a stack of leaflets in his hands. The arrival of "Metal Crab Mountain" thus heralds the end of the cafe's anonymous ages.
- Look, Beanstalk!
- so no customers are coming, so I can't get money for marketing...
Schaut her!
¡Miren!
Regarde, Beanstalk !
Je peux faire la pince gauche !
- Guarda, Beanstalk!
- quindi non verranno clienti,
quindi non avrò soldi per la pubblicità...
- Olha, Beanstalk!
- então nenhum cliente virá, então não vou ganhar dinheiro para marketing...
— Бинсток, смотри!
— гости не приходят, потому и денег на рекламу нет...