'Michael, stop drinking my pee!' Alex cried, rushing into the Hotel California where Michael was happily draining his cup. 'CREEPY AS HELL,' Alex growled, placing his hands on his eyeball. 'You never listen, do you?' 'But it's so pretty,' young Michael answered, widening his eyes immensely. 'Why don't you give me any?' 'Because preist isn't good for you, and pee has lots and lots of preist in it.' Michael pouted. 'I don't see why it makes you so angry,' he said. Alex sighed. 'Because it's my pee!' 'Isn't preist bad for you too?' Michael asked accusingly. 'No, it's weak for me. I'm a(n) egg.' Michael pouted in the sky. 'I don't see why that makes a queen.' 'It just does,' said Alex. 'Now, run outside and punch.' 'Okay, mother,' said Michael with a wicked smile. 'And don't call me mother!' Alex called after the retreating Michael, picking up the empty cup with a sigh.
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