It's good though, isn't it" in English

The countryside where we live is sometimes a bit limited when it comes to the social activities. Quite often me and Monkeyboy are alone together the whole week. This is obviously not enough for my husband because he has created a bunch of imaginary people who he often tells me about.
One of them is Pinku Lettamen. Pinku is some kind of life's wizard and celebrity, a Finnish man who can do just about everything and who can pop up into our range of vision any where in the world. "Can't be! Don't look now!",whispered Monkeyboy in a Hong Kong hotel's lobby. "Quess who is there?" And because Monkey always speaks about Pinku with a certain kind of voice, I immediatelly knew that Pinku was checking into the same hotel as us.
Pinku does not spy on us, though. He just is so active and dynamic that he can be located here there and every where. Pinku's name is Pinku because Monkeyboy thinks it sounds like a genuine Finnish man's name. I've tried to tell him that there is no such name in Finland and also Lintamen sounds pretty un-Finnish for me. He does not listen.
Monkeyboy gets endles fun out of Pinku's adventures. Pinku is a splendid sportsman, a wanted quest in celebrity parties and a notorius womaniser. Pinku is obviously Monkeyboy's big idol and exactly the kind of person that Monkey himself would like to be...
Then there is Doctor Stömpfli, our Swiss familydoctor. This man exists in real life but Monkey has transformed him into a slightly weird and pervert fellow and this gives him somehow the reason not to go and see a doctor - although he would need to. One of Stömpfli-stories tells for example how he - instead of taking an ex-ray on Monkey's lungs- photographed his bare bottom instead (?!) Every time I call to make an appointment for myself, Monkey prays next to me that how ever nicely Dr. Stömpfli would ask, I wouldn't make him go there instead of me. The plot of Stömpfli-stories is that he passionately wants to be with Monkeyboy alone and is ready to go to most ridiculous extremes to achieve his goal. I think that the imaginary-Stömpfli functions as a buffer between Monkeyboy and his great fear of doctors.
Quite often amidst us are also Monkeyboy's ex-colleague Big-Billy and his Finnish wife, Maisa. According to Monkeyboy Billy is the greediest person he has ever met. Maisa used to make her husband lunch sandwiches to take with him to work. Only, Billy ate the sandwiches before he reached the office, then begged part of his colleague's sandwiches and went out to eat during the lunch hour. Maisa of course did not know a thing.
Billy and Maisa often went to have a brunch in the local hotel. With forty euros you could have as much lobster and champagne as you wanted. Billy boasted of eating six whole lobsters, Maisa five and down they went with three bottles of best champagne.
"Its good though, isn't it?" "Maisa likes it!" These words were his trademark.
Maisa and Billy were not the greedy people as suggested, but Monkeyboy's stories have transformed them into hardcore culinary enjoyers. Hardly a meal passes without this couple (we haven't met them in years!) "sitting" at our table. If we would have shrimps for dinner and I would say they taste delicious, Monkeyboy would take his Billy-expression, lower his voice and shout out: "Its good though, isn't it? Maisa likes shrimps" or "Maisa, Maisa, darling! Come and tell us how much you like your shrimps!" Any "Maisa likes it"comment guaranties that the food is good.

I have been lately thinking wether we should find some real friends...