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A leprechaun gets scolded by his dad for stealing without permission. Dialouge 500 entry. |
| “I needed it!” “You coulda have gotten us all captured, laddie!” “But-” “Nay! We 'ave syst'ms for these things. Not to put ya out, Jer. For a reason.” “Like they’d ever do anything, anyway! None of them would believe it even if… if.” “You were nay 'ere in the 1720’s ‘cleansing’, now were ya? I was. You show me that cheek again, Jer, and you won’t get outta this forest for a week!” “Fine, fine. Expressions equal ‘bad’. Gotcha.” “…” “Heh, heh. Just joking around, pops.” “…” “Sorry?” “…” “So! About that whole, uh, ‘stealing without permission’ thing….” “…” “I just really needed it- it feels so good…” “Hmph! Wait, wha? Your brotha's said ya stole some flour.” “Uh… no. Not, umm, exactly. I mean, it was white and powdery, but…” “Bejesus- don’t tell me my son is the first ever leprechaun junkie!” “Well… yeah?” Word count: 141 |