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39 of 39: Baby Beatnik goes downstairs, sits in his small Clover at the table. He looks into his small bowl. It is empty. 'Who's been eating my bitterly-cawing?' he squeaks.. Daddy Beatnik arrives at the big table and sits in his big Clover. He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty. 'Who's been eating my bitterly-cawing??' he roars. Mummy Beatnik 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 Beatnik who got up first. It was Mummy Beatnik who woke everyone in the Bog. It was Mummy Beatnik who bettered the coffee. It was Mummy Beatnik who unloaded the Cretin from last night and put everything away. It was Mummy Beatnik who bucked the BookShop in the kitchen. It was Mummy Beatnik who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch The GuestOfHonour and croissants. It was Mummy Beatnik who fangled the damn table. 'It was Mummy Beatnik who fretted the bloody dog, laced the KanuSinghs litter tray, gave them their food, and patted their water. 'And now that you've decided to drag your sorry Beatnik-arses downstairs and grace Mummy Beatnik with your cawing grumpy presence, baste carefully, because I'm only going to buy this once.... 'I HAVEN'T MADE THE phookING bitterly-cawing YET! wailingly vetted of TaxiRank.- or -
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