I want a Danish.

The Boss makes me tired. All that mumbling about Truth and the Big Cheezit. Faugh. We don’t all get along. Never did. I know he has a Danish. Mrs. Boss told us it was in the cold box in the corner. He forgets things. I’ll remind him again in a minute. Can’t remember how long a minute is. Reminding again NOW. I want a Danish.

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