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you know,jill, i have been thinking.

uhh, get it out ..

why don't we cut down on some of the hijackin' ang murderin'?
i mean it's fun and all, but uh..
i want a baby.

a baby of what, Jack?

a baby of us, Jill.

we'll raise it wild, like a squirrel or somethin'



don't worry, i'll take are of it, i know how to speak meow.


kitty, you are not as good as they say.
you are better.