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| The LGBB: See doggy. Point doggy. With my cruskit in my grip. Jazz: She's got fooooooooooooooood! |
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| The LGBB: Damn. Cruskit. Stuck. To. Hand. Jazz: She's assumed the throw pozzy. Right, so if I sit, I'll get it. Fer sher. |
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| The LGBB: *Struggling* Oh this bloody cruskit. Maybe if I use my ... other ... hand. Great, now they're both stuck to it. What a mess. Jazz: She didn't throw it. She's messing with me. That's it, I'm standing to get closer, in case Pepper gets it. |
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| The LGBB: Doggy, can you help me unstick this? Jazz: Oh heck, I'll just eat it from your hand shall I? I know it's wrong, but it's oh so right *eyes glazing over* |
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| Woe is the dog who is scolded for taking the food from a baby's hand and gets caught by Mummy. |
