I did it again.
Well Ollie, you did it again.
Is that all you have to say for yourself?
It is not my fault, Stanley.
It is not my fault, Stanley. HUM. You didn’t read the whole post did you, Ollie!
Mmmfrretstfffaggeb bmmmmmmm. But (crying) I thought I read (crying more) the whole post but I missed that Julia wanted us to write about a recipe of a dish fit for a witch (beyond crying now – Ollie is wailing!)
Stop your wailing, Ollie.
(Scratching his head) She had the “It’s Not My Fault” in Caps! So I thought that was the subjeeeee.. (he’s howling again)
(Stan has his hands out in front of him rolling his fingers together.He says nothing.)
Stanley, why do you have that huge vat of water boiling over that large fire?
Ollie, we’re going to make a dish fit for a witch…
Mmmfrretstfffaggeb bmmmmmmm. (huge wails) But I don’t want to make a witches’ dish. It wasn’t my fault, Stanley!
We’ll see about that, Ollie. After I get us out of the stew that you’re going into!