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"Next! You over there! In the rainbow suspenders! Ask a question!"

"How did you get the idea to write the poem?"

"I had to write a poem. So I wrote how I felt." Shrug.

"Who was it writ to?"

"I didn't say you could ask a second question!"

"Shaddap cunt!"

"Ms. Murphy. Get the soap and show Mr. Purple Suspenders here, the advantages of keeping one's mouth ivory clean."

Plucks him up by suspenders, and carries him off. Flipping the soap in the other hand.

Brendan: "BRENDAN!!! MY NAME IS BRENDAN!!! MY NAME IS BRENDAN!!!"

"Whatever you say, rainbow suspenders boy!" Giggle, giggle. "Anyway, who WAS it writ to?"

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