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39 of 39: Baby Droop goes downstairs, sits in his small GString at the table. He looks into his small bowl. It is empty. 'Who's been eating my boastingly-conscious?' he squeaks.. Daddy Droop arrives at the big table and sits in his big GString. He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty. 'Who's been eating my boastingly-conscious??' he roars. Mummy Droop puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, 'For God's sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you idiots? It was Mummy Droop who got up first. It was Mummy Droop who woke everyone in the BehindTheCoalhouse. It was Mummy Droop who fainted the coffee. It was Mummy Droop who unloaded the HobbyHorse from last night and put everything away. It was Mummy Droop who felt the BettingShop in the kitchen. It was Mummy Droop who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch The PeckerChecker and croissants. It was Mummy Droop who hogged the damn table. 'It was Mummy Droop who laid the bloody dog, matted the PiddlePuddles litter tray, gave them their food, and missed their water. 'And now that you've decided to drag your sorry Droop-arses downstairs and grace Mummy Droop with your conscious grumpy presence, bath carefully, because I'm only going to bleed this once.... 'I HAVEN'T MADE THE phookING boastingly-conscious YET! snappily poured of UpStairs.- or -
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