In the corner of a sidewalk, there were two pingpong ball...baby yukkuri manjuu that were shaking in the cold and slowly withering away. Reimu[Ish cold...big shish...ish cold] Marisa[Marisha ish cold shoo...wub wub....] Reimu[I'm hungwy...Mwommy....eajy....] Marisa[Mwommy...is already...yueeeeee...] Reimu[Yueeeen...wet us chake it eajy...] Even though if he powerless grieving baby Reimu separated from the baby Marisa unable to do anything, it is likely their yun lives would come to a close the next day, but at the very least, I could "Squash" them out of compassion in order to help them...
...no, my shoe would get dirty.
--- That freaking thing at the end looked like one sentence and there was a part I didn't get, but I think that still gets the general idea across.