(xx) Rotten Davis Telephones

Well, sir, is early. So the small house halfway up in the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. and Mr. Cook and the young Mr. Rush Cook abiding quietly at home.

The Victor starts to pull ranks on the Davenport, a section of the newspaper across each chair. The stage sits soaring in a husband's easy chair. The young Rush at the library table trades punches with his old enemy, Al Jibra.

Now this conversation. Listen. Hey, you better get up from there. Who speaks? Come on, before you drop off the sleeve. I am reason to pay for this. Like sign your reading the paper. Why did paper be bled me a little company?

When we got married you'd tell me that my yellow curves and promise you'd be a sweet loving wife. And now you're lambasted with your shot off. You can call me 730. If you go to see sign that, go ahead and talk to you.

You'll ruin your nice wrist and feel rotten in the bargain. You know how you do. You'll wake up all hot and stuffy and cross with a bear. I'm going to get my last $80 I see too.

Johnson. Good old Bluetooth Johnson doing his level best to get in touch with me. Dependable old Bluetooth. We got to make your father answer to. Huh? You're my seagulled. Hop up from there, mister. Yeah, I'd like you to inquire what new week to this season.

There's been more in one way to pass our loose ma-da-ve-port. Yeah. I'm pretty sure that Bluetooth Johnson, man. You father, find out. I'm a third-year-old victim. You better hurry. The party's liable to hang up.