Me: Get me some turkey.
Crystal: *gets turkey*
Me: Now I need some bread.
Crystal: *gets bread*
Me: What do we have to put on here to make it taste better?
Crystal: We have ketchup and Ranch dressing, master.
Me: Get me the ketchup.
Crystal: *gets ketchup* (bowing) Anything else master?
Me: No. You are dissmissed.
Crystal: *walks toward door with a hot dog*
Me: I didn't say you had to leave.
Crystal: I'm going to go cook my hot dog, master.
A few moments later
*knock on the door*
Me: Come in.
Crystal: *walks in with a floppy hot dog* *walks toward me and starts waggeling it in my face*
Me: DO NOT STRIKE YOUR MASTER WITH A FLOPPY HOT DOG!!!!!!
Crystal: Sorry master. It will not happen again. *looks at feet*
Thursday, December 08, 2005
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