(xx) Fred's Tires

Well sir, Mr. Victor Gok and his son Mr. Rush Gok have just this moment arrived home from the office and Tatmans they can blot respectively as we join them in the living room of the small house halfway up on the next block now a Gentlemen are removing their coats and Contemplating seed who's holding forth with considerable heat. Listen. I

Didn't like it one little teeny tiny bit tell them so no I never you appreciate how I am around Fred stem bottom. Tongue tied. He makes me some mad I could holler, but I'm tongue tied. I guess I've learned to realize talking back at him isn't any good. He's so stubborn and bullheaded about stuff.

If he bullied you, if he was abusive, I'll wrap over to his residents and pace him up so hard up south as well. Oh, of course he wasn't abusive. It's the opposite. He was all acts so greasy and peach butter. But the nerve of the man. Hey Joe, take my overcoat too. Okay.

And hanging on the hook by the doof on the collar. Don't just throw it at the whole tree like it is the other day. Okay. Can I pop all about next to you, Fred, stand by then?

Well, he's telephone about half an hour ago. And monster, I'm thrashing within an inch of his life. I was chasing into doing. I was teaching that he cannot telephone my life. I talk to you.

Sure. Save your funny jokes and comical talky talk till I get through. Bye, George. I do it. Lutas, Jonathan, attempt to get in touch with me. No. I'm astonished. Look me right in the eye and said he was going to make a special effort to get in touch with me around this time of the afternoon.