(xx) Dwight Twentysixler's Scrapbook

Well, sir, it's late afternoon as I've seen Opens Now, and here in the living room of the small house halfway up on the next block We find Mrs. Victor Gook and her neighbor from across the alley, Mrs. Warren Harris The ladies are seated on the Davenport, industriously crocheting and pleasantly chatting Mrs. Harris has the floor at the moment and is holding forth in this wise

Mrs. Raises come with saying the other day that a person gets over a sweet tooth. I don't agree. Oh look at father He's had a sweet tooth ever since he was a little boy. Mrs. Rase's gun set her uncle Van Confectionary's store when she was a child, and she had access to all the candy

she could eat, and she ate so much she got powered up and had eaten any sins. Well, I suppose there's people and people. I know, girl, back in Sweet Esther with Conker. Excuse me, Ms. Harris.

Rush! I never heard anybody come in. Rush! I know you're in the dining room. Oh, okay, well. Come in here. All right. How long has he been in the house? Not long. After no, was there? Oh, good afternoon, Vash.

What's the idea of all that pussyfootin' and slinkin' around? I never fooled ya. No. Did you hear me come in the kitchen? Uh-huh. Wasn't you scared it was burgers or somebody? No. Or not. I saw ya toss your cap on the dining room table.

My gorgesee say every evil doer makes one fatal error and gives himself away. I also caught you with flexion and the looking glass over the buffet. I'm a punk criminal and no mistake. I better stay honest.