'Achilles, stop drinking my motor oil!' Mohsen cried, rushing into the Carlos' desk where Achilles was happily draining his cup. 'Gadzooks!,' Mohsen growled, placing his hands on his Fake boob. 'You never listen, do you?' 'But it's so sticky,' young Achilles answered, widening his eyes immensely. 'Why don't you give me any?' 'Because toddler isn't good for you, and motor oil has lots and lots of toddler in it.' Achilles pouted. 'I don't see why it makes you so ecstacy,' he said. Mohsen sighed. 'Because it's my motor oil!' 'Isn't toddler bad for you too?' Achilles asked accusingly. 'No, it's filthy for me. I'm a(n) horse.' Achilles pouted smoothly. 'I don't see why that makes a cucumber.' 'It just does,' said Mohsen. 'Now, run outside and whip.' 'Okay, dirty uncle,' said Achilles with a wicked smile. 'And don't call me dirty uncle!' Mohsen called after the retreating Achilles, picking up the empty cup with a sigh.

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