"Berta..." said Jake, ripping open the box of cookies, "Can I have the second box of cookies as well?"
Berta put her chubby hands on her even chubbier hips. "It'll spoil your dinner!" she warned.
"So?"
"Your father's not gonna like it".
"So?"
"Your Uncle Charlie...oh what the hell does he know...No!"
"I'll help you clean up!"
"Yeah right..."
"I'll eat all my veggies?"
"No".
"I'll stop pestering you?"
Berta paused. "Ooh okay," she said. She opened the cupboard and took out another box of extra-large double-chocolate cookies and threw them onto the kitchen table. Jake grinned. He hugged the housekeeper.
"You're the greatest!" he said.
"Oh get outta here!" she said, "You better eat all your dinner, young man!"
"I will!" he said, snatching up the second box of cookies and waddling out of the kitchen.
"Yeah I'm sure you will..." Berta said.
Jake, standing in the living-room with his two boxes of fattening contraband, looked around for somewhere to gorge himself...
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