Monday, October 24, 2005

Trouble with the Mon-ster

Time to clean up your room.
Ok, Dad.
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Nothing.
Go Ahead...
Yes, Sir.
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Nothing.
We go together.
Pick up a toy son.
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Nothing.
Why aren't you picking up a toy?
I can't find one.
Son, I can see 5,000 toys from right here. Point to a toy.
Cries.

Boy... All of this seems vaguely familiar from a long long time ago.

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