“I want a libwary. I…I…I want a libwary! I want A LIBWARY!!!” bellowed Gina.
Gina, dear, dear Gina. I hear you loud…and…clear, me dear. You shell have your libwawy. You shell have it post-haste, ehumphhh, vewy soon, my dear…
Ohhh, Lord Chwissie – I just knew that you’d understand such a, such a burning desire…
We shall furnish those mahogany shelves, uhmp, whoopsie dooo..ectually, I meant to say magnolia…we shall furnish those magnolia shelves, with the help of…
I know, I know, I know….with the help of elves. That’s it…elves…
Mmmmm, dear Gina…the shelves shall be furnished with litwature, with clessics…
Soooper doops, Lord C…uhmmm…Clarkson, Cookson, Cyrus…err, not forgeting El Wonnie Hubbard…
Smeashing, smeashing…The Fundamentals of Thought is one of Jamie-wamie’s ebsolute faves tooo, my steel magnolia…my, ehumphhh…
I want what Romney’s got too, Lord Chwissie…I want your assistance with procurement of the other first-edition-signed copy-book of…The Book of Mormon…you know the one, you know…aka Pearl of Great Price?
Dear Gina. Dear, dear Gina. Your wish is my command…
Just get on with it Monckton. I want my libwawy, and I want it NOW!!!
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