'Bop, stop drinking my Nitrogen!' Pop cried, rushing into the Factory where Bop was happily draining his cup. 'AAAK!,' Pop growled, placing his hands on his Weenie. 'You never listen, do you?' 'But it's so Hot,' young Bop answered, widening his eyes immensely. 'Why don't you give me any?' 'Because Belly isn't good for you, and Nitrogen has lots and lots of Belly in it.' Bop pouted. 'I don't see why it makes you so Joyful,' he said. Pop sighed. 'Because it's my Nitrogen!' 'Isn't Belly bad for you too?' Bop asked accusingly. 'No, it's Boring for me. I'm a(n) Computer.' Bop pouted Precisely. 'I don't see why that makes a Bohemian Rhapsody.' 'It just does,' said Pop. 'Now, run outside and Hang Gliding.' 'Okay, Dad,' said Bop with a wicked smile. 'And don't call me Dad!' Pop called after the retreating Bop, picking up the empty cup with a sigh.
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