Miri [trying to distract him]: Look at all that poop smeared on the window.
Mike: Don't talk about poop!
Miri [trying again to distract him]: Look! Small children!
Mike: They're even worse than poop! They're like, the pure essence of poop!
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Well, I guess we'll know where to go when we make our essence of poop cologne. Thanks Mike.
A hug.
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