911, what is the emergency?
Just wanted to see how your day went,
And to say, Good Morning,
So, what's up, home skillet?,
Sir, this line is only for emergencies,
Well, if you have to ask,
My emergency is that,
You are rude,
And there will come a day where you will need a favor,
We will all need a partial favor to stay sane?,
All of us,
Anyways how's your daughter?,
Can you patch me through to 119?
Berenstein Bears,
Back to the point,
I really do not want to go back to jail,
The end, Sherlock,
Edward Jones.
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