Dorothy:
[upon being served a plate of chicken]
What's that? What did you do?
Jeff:
Mum, please.
Dorothy:
Where's the rest of her? Who did this?
Jeff:
Nobody did anything.
Dorothy:
Did you kill her?
Jeff:
Mum, I didn't kill it.
Dorothy:
It? She had a mother and a father, Jeff.
Jeff:
It's free range.
Dorothy:
What does that mean?
Jeff:
It means it was free range. It was a happy chicken running around a massive field with other happy chickens. It had a good life.
Dorothy:
Why do you keep saying "it"? I haven't seen any fields with birds wandering around. Where are they, Jeff? Where?
Jeff:
Mum, I'm really hungry.
Dorothy:
Well, have a cracker!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:30