"Money may talk, but chocolate sings." – Unknown
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"Hey, Fletch!"
"Fletch?"
"I'm trying to shorten your name and it's not working."
"Hey, Sush!"
"Sush?"
"Well, Fletch doesn't sound so fetch, either."
"Stop trying to make fetch work."
"Did you know that you can only fold a piece of paper in half seven times? My geography teacher told me that today, for some reason."
"Did you know that that fact is crap? Some girl proved it wrong ages ago. Apparently, it depends on the sort of paper, since A4 isn't the only type in the world."
"So, everything my teachers taught me is false?"
"A fair chuck of it, yeah."
"Bah, then what's the use of school?"
"Guidance for life?"
"No, I refuse to life."
"Hey Fletcher, do you say batteries like bat-ter-rees or bat-trees?"
"Do bats live in trees? Do you think they hide out in tiny treehouses?"
"When the hell have you ever seen a bat hang from a treehouse?"
"When the hell have you seen a bat?"
"You haven't?"
"You have?"
"Well, they could've been big black moths for all I know, to be honest."
"Bats, moths. Meh, bleh. Same diff."
"To-may-to, to-mah-to!"
"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to!"
"Ba dum tiss!"
"Beep boop beep boop!"
"Entertain me, Fletch!"
"I'm too tired!"
"Bummer!"
"Zzz..."
"Fine, we'll compromise. I'll let you sleep for an hour if you get me more ice cream. Okay?"
"Okay."
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Waffle Cones (#1)
Short Story"Hello?" "Um, hey?" "Wait, you don't sound like my Aunt Kathy." "Unless I was miraculously converted into a member of the opposite gender and somehow related to whoever is on the other side of this call, then yeah. I'm not your Aunt Kathy." ...
