You are used to of listening that.
But I am not used to of speaking ...-
Mister Cashaw, will you kindly send for the bags?
What about the suitcase, Rugby?
You keep them.
Right. And I shall leave for flight at noon. Do you mean to have a word for your mother?
Yea. Tell her, I miss her. And give her lots of love.
Yes. Future baronet.
Oh well,
You smile like a doll.
Idiot, if you hug someone like that they are sure to give you bouts of certainty, and there's none certainty more than in any than doll..
Ohoho, yes of course. There your bags. Your fraternity and your 'certain' calls are outside. Now go.
Alas, i am always waiting for that 'certain' calls. It's at these times, you feel single.
Ahaha. Goodness..
Ah, hush. The window's rattling..
Wha-?
SHhh..
What?
...
Harriet! what the hell.
You were'nt to..
Now freeze, or i'll blow her up.
Jack?
No. I am not jack. Though you should have settled with Jack, Rugby. Now you owe me a big bomb.
Just wait and watch...
Just what did you sqeaked.
Nothing.
Nothing?
Yea. Really nothing that would grapple a ho stain of blood on her satin..-
It was a scandal that pulled people away from me na. Now it will be a scandal that pulled people away from you, Rag! Heh.
Have you gone mad?
No. Not really. Not for nothing!
You made me into this. Now enjoy. ENjoy the show Rag.
A show in which this punk will die. Soonly yesh.
I am busy
Okaay. Sure. Leave. And this thing will be over soon. Good for me.
Definitely.
Hey, hey, hey, why, what ..hey Rugby why are you so cold? He-
He won't do anything to it. Don't worry.
Worry is at your brow, bro... And it should be. Do something!
For who?
He knows the manual of life, Janna, Hah
Let him go..
...and suffer.
Do you even know the meaning of it?
Destitute, dear intellectual, my very dear Rag!
Your benevolence failed me.
Leave him alone.
But why is it you leaving, like always?
Anywhere round me, and you'll be in. Remember that!
Ru- Rugby... where ...?
We are leaving. ANd now!
He won't do anything. Believe me.
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