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søndag 1. august 2010

Right,
you fucker,
I'm going to do the washing up!


No no,
you can't.
It's impossible, I swear it.

I've looked into it.

Listen to me,
listen
to
me!
There are things in there,
there's a tea-bag growing!
You haven't slept in sixty hours,
you're in no state to tackle it.
Wait till the morning,
we'll go in
together.


This
IS
the morning.
Stand aside!


You don't understand.
I think there may be
something alive.


What do you mean?
a rat?


It's possible, it's possible.

Then the fucker will rue the day!

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