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[sadlikeknives]

An imaginary conversation between me and the Cute Fluffy Evil, as we drove down the highway back to Tuscaloosa. I think George's yowling was driving me slowly insane.

George: Let me out!
Me: NO!
George: Let me out!
Me: SHUT UP.
George: Let me out LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!!!
Me: Oh my God, if you shut up Mommy will give you a cookie.
George: You lie.
Me: And how have you come to this conclusion?
George: There are no cookies in evidence, therefore you are lying.
Me: I said if. If you shut up, you will get a cookie. So far, you haven't shut the hell up.
George: ...let me out.
Me: No.
George: Let me out or I will eat Miss Bailey.
Me: No.
Miss Bailey: No, really, dude, he's biting my neck. Help me!
Me: We're almost there!

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Miss Bailey: No, really, dude, he's biting my neck. Help me!
Me: We're almost there!
*wheezes with laughter*
Hee.