I can’t understand what more I need to do. In response to past “complaints”, I revamped the dungeon the den in the basement completely! I had the ventilation improved to carry out the draft, muggy air, the noise-canceling acoustics diminish the echoing of the screams, tract lighting has been installed so there’s no more stumbling around in the dark, the restraints are fur-lined, the vicious guard dogs are fed weekly instead of biweekly, the locking mechanisms are now rubber-lined to cut down on the harshness of hearing them slammed shut, I’ve incorporated more fragrances of massage oils into the rotation . . .
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Wow!
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Don’t try to pet them, whatever you do.
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Believe me, it’s not really a “man cave”, at least not in the traditional sense of the phrase. (Cough, cough.)
I didn’t catch much of that until the end, and even then it just sounded like spaghetti sammich, spaghetti sammich, spaghetti sammich!
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“Stole”? You borrowed them from me! They’re nine, and you never returned them! Grrrrr.
Quick! Jane is trying to leave! She’s getting away, don’t just sit there, don’t let her escape!
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