"That thou art here" June holds the slim, silver needle up. "And here," she points to the Nadelor, "Cedric."
"Why must I always be the Nadelor?" Complains Cedric.
"Because you did last time, have not the banana, she would thus have the fit so well," says June and did not deign to look.
"I am not a banana," sniffs Cedric. "And no OER."
"Shut up, Cedric."
"I see still has not, what to do with our dishwasher," says Cathy angry and screwed around with the innards of said patient. Something clatters loudly and rolled excited somewhere deep in the back of the dishwasher on and off. "Oh, shit." Catherine suggests some Times with his fist on the machine. "You. Shit. Part. I. Bring. You. To", she screams with every blow.
"Cathy, you ruin everything!" Crabs Cedric.
"WHICH WAS ALREADY BROKEN!"
"Yes, but now it's broken."
"Is that even a word!"
"I do not have to wash your hands. The will of it so rough."
"Think about it, Cathy," says June, over the noise. "The needle would have been totally satisfied with their lives, but then one day someone came up with the idea to carve a hole in it. Since then, she is fierce and angry because she hates her Ör so much."
"That's right, I hate my Ör" Cathy hissed in Cedric's direction, the jumps back startled. "
" That's mean! "he croaks." I am not a hole! "
" Right. The hole you were at least no one in the way ", says June." Ör But when you go to all of us belonging to the nerves "
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