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[Vulture]

Mince, Peepmaster AND I think know you're a bastard! 

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

Mince, why have you got a table on your roof?

[Mince]

It's where I sit naughty cartoonists when they come to dinner.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

You expect us to believe that? Cartoonists go to you for dinner? Yeah, right. I'd dine with Egon first.

[Mince]

You expect us to believe that?

No, only you: your imaginary friends, unlike you, are smarter and wouldn't actually believe it.

[Tarquin Thunderthighs lll]

You expect us to believe that?

No, only you: your imaginary friends, unlike you, are smarter and wouldn't actually believe it.

Actually, none of them are particularly smart, but who cares? They're all gorgeous.

[peter]

NOT amused! If it wasn't for the fact that Peter has owned up to being his father, I'd say he was a b@st@ard!

Just a point I said I brought him up I have no proof regarding parenthood I do know who the mother is.

[Malc]

Peter, if you post some photos of you and Mince we will be able to tell if there's a family resemblance.

For some reason I'm conjuring up an image of the massive Foghorn Leghorn standing next to his tiny, bespectacled mother, I have no idea why.

[Malc]

Oh, and I was closest to guessing the avatar, nyah nyah nyah. I think I was uncannily close, actually. I must be psychic. Maybe I'll have my own show.

Though if I was psychic, I'd know, wouldn't I?