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			"Is that supposed to be Jimmy Hendrix or Gary Coleman?"
 Joan/John spun around with an angry look in his or her eyes.
 
 "So halfpint . . . you find a job yet or are you still a circus cannon ball?"
 
 Bob mumbled something, and Joan/John leaned in close and cupped her/his hand to her/his ear.
 
 "Whats that short stuff, I didn't quite catch that"
 
 Bob mustered up his dignity, climbed up on a chair, got up on his toes and leaned in as close to his ex's face as possible and shouted . . .
 
				__________________My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
 
 Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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