Was what tasty, the picture or the roast?
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Just checking. You know I have to keep an eye on you.
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Who is that guy burning down your kitchen? What’s he doing in your house? He seems awfully comfortable in your place, it looks like he lives there. Why wasn't I informed about this new development? This means I don’t have to send you any more fake alimony payments, right? Is he the tree doctor, the UPS man, the personal trainer, the wine salesman, a candy peddler, the computer repairman, a fake movie producer, the Avon man, a roofer, a Jehovah’s Witness, the property manager, the Fuller Brush man, a pizza delivery kid, an investigating detective, a barista . . .
Don’t worry about him. He’s the spare I keep locked up in the basement for emergencies. He must have escaped the basement for a minute and was trying to send out smoke signal to the RMCP.
Forget I piped up at all, I didn’t mean anything by it, Jaimie, really I didn’t. You’re right, Jaimie, I don’t know what you said or what it’s all about, but I know you’re right, you’re always right. I was out of my head, I’ll shut up, sure, I’ll just keep quiet and do whatever you say, Jaimie. Listen, Jaimie, you’ve got that look in your eyes again, I already apologized, I told you it was all my fault. Please don’t do it, Jaimie, please don’t send me back down there, I can’t take it any more, I just can’t! Don’t send me back down there to the basement with the others, Jaimie, I’ll be good this time, I won’t let you down, Jaimie! Don't look at me like that, Jaimie, please don’t! I can’t do it, don’t make me! Jaimie, Jaimie? Are you listening to me?
Don‘t worry, no room for you the basement right now anyway.
For quite some time now, I’ve been meaning to speak with you about those eyebrows and bangs of yours. Please sit down; this won’t be pleasant for either of us . . .
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Excuse me, I just chopped you into bits, that means you can’t speak of my bangs and eyebrows because you no longer have vocal chords.
Oh boy, here we go again!
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