Chalice has now been beaten soundly to sleep.
Shhh.
Dad, this water tastes of pee.
Not that I'm complaining, like.
Not bad, like but the Hindu symbol I got tattooed on your arse when you were born is back to front.
It isn't back to front.
You're just used to looking at it that way.
Mum forgot to give you her present.
We know how you admired Trotsky.
Right in the brainstem, son, like I showed you.
Dad, this ice pick is defective.
Keeps bouncing orf of my skull.
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