Guess who's back?

[sinisterchuckle]

Hello again, friends! As my last typist has quit, I've gotten meself a new one at no small cost to myself. Ah, it's good to be here. Now, can I offer anyone a drink? A sausage, perhaps?

[Typist: DON'T EAT THE SAUSAGES!]

(shoves Typist out of the way and grins as charmingly as is possible for one lacking teeth)

Comments

[sinisterchuckle]

My whu? Oh! Oh yeah, her! Euh... will you be paying for it then?

[sinisterchuckle]

(takes a minute to process all this) ... Ah! Well, then, you can take 'er where you like, 's long as you can pay for it. 'm not askin' you to pay for 'er, no no! 'm just sayin', I've raised 'er, me an' m'wife 'ave, and it'd be awf'ly hard for us to part with 'er and all that. She bein' our li'l girl, yehknow.

[sinisterchuckle]

(being beaten at his own game) Oh, not complainin', the wife an' I love our darlin' li'l girl. Jus' sayin' that we'd miss her awf'ly if you take her away from us... (cough)

[sinisterchuckle]

(grumbles)

[glassinhand]

I feel the love, Papa, I really, really do.

[sinisterchuckle]

Quiet dear, daddy's doing business

'Zelma, my darlin' li'l girl! (hugs)