depressedHe hates it when we calls him fat!
Fat fat fat!
[Maniacal giggling]
[Happy sigh]
How is paper coming, precious?
Fat fat fat!
That doesn't sound good, precious.
[Weeping] We hates it.
How many pages do we have, precious?
Only seven! Seven seven seven!
Can't we go back to the criticses and the databases?
No! It burns! Don't make us go back to the databases, precious!
We must, precious! Good master says we must! At least six criticses, precious, for good master!
[Weeping]
