Look into my eyes. What do you see?
Sorry, I know I shouldn’t cuss.
Why haven’t these old folks finished eating? At home when I’m finished eating I can ask to be excused from the table and then I can go outside, but this is some fancy dinner table or something so I have to wait.
How much longer? Somebody said there’ll be dessert at least and maybe some chocolates after.
Can’t I just leave and come back for the dessert?
No. I have to stay and wait.
I hate manners, they’re boring.
The old folks are boring, just a load of old fuddy duddys chewing their food real slow like cows, and mooing and braying just the same.
Well, they’ll get what’s coming to them, and I don’t mean dessert.
I’ve got something that’ll rock their world.
Where’d I put that itching powder?