| (strains his eyes at them both for a moment)September 20 2002 at 11:47 PM
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(tries to discern the odd, cryptic form of communication between these two relatives from alternate dimensions, simply gives up trying to decipher the overly intellectual and addresses the butler)
To my office, Wilfred.
Wilfred: Of course. (pushes some buttons, the lift whizzes past the storeys)
(darkly clad figure approaches a taller one with a harsh voice)
Taller: (sternly) Did you get them?
Shorter: (nervously) Eh, no. Some long-haired bloke with fast legs forced me to...
Taller: (angry) WHAT?!
Shorter: (almost seems to shrink) I'm sorry, sir, but...
Taller: (shoves finger in his face) You listen to me. Don't you EVER meet me again with a flimsy excuse like that.
Smaller: But I haven't...
Taller: SILENCE!! (shorter slithers away cowardly)
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