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Liz:"Hey Dad, not staying for the trial?"
Elly:"Ummm, I'm your Mom. Let's go get steaming cups o' joe. Incidentally, how'd you get such a petite nose, when me and your Dad got bolbuous honkers?"
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Elly:"Honey, just imagine a mouse crawling over your face every night to get to cookies on your shelf. Then imagine confronting him one night, his body momentarily still, his cute pinky ears and charcoal black eyes set against his evil deeds. Then imagine chasing him around the room with a broom, finally beat him to a dead pulp, just like beating lil bastards at Camp Bickel. Then imagine the blood-stained bucket, from which you tossed the corpse, driving out all your cabin-mates, leaving an entire, delightful cabin for your enjoyment"
Liz:"Well that was a drawn-out. Fact is, I'm a skank-whore"