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EMBARRESSED JOHNNY TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT: But - Jack *o* We could have send
you a care package - including your presents - to the jail *O* ... you are allowed to get mail in jail, right?
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"mail in jail" *giggles happily - then adds * Yes, we could - and would, sweetie *o*
JACK AGAIN: Oh, no, please don't, kiddies !!! The doggie would drop the keys faster than you can cluck Barbossa
and run off with the bone ... Oh, you should see your face, Johnny-hee-hee-hee *O* *runs off himself chased by
a laughing Johnny trying to hit him with a pillow *
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Boys *o*
O.K. then I'll just sit here on my perch and enjoy looking at Johnny on the pics *O*
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but what is he trying to do here, I wonder?
OUT-OF-BREATH JOHNNY PLUMPING DOWN BESIDE HER: Auditioning for Prospero
in the Tempest, I guess ... How the - Dicken's chickens can that fu-da-da-dadum pirate run that fast with all that
rum he's drinking !!! ??? !!!
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Long time practise flapping away as fast as he can from all and sundry who wants to yank the cute
little sparrow's tail feathers *o*
Oh - hi, Jackie *O*
JACK TO JOHNNY: She gotta no respect, our wee hen
here, eh? ... and couldn't you have found a bigger heart, birdie *O* ?
Nope *o*
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