"It’s not the dues. It’s the fish."
"They are being neglected, Arthur. Neglected and unloved. You’re letting them go cold." more fish, please!
Arthur looked down at the three golden bars on his tray. "What of them?" "It’s not the dues
She sighed, the sound of a tire deflating, and picked up her tongs. Clack. Clack. Two fish sticks landed on his plate. the sound of a tire deflating
Barnaby picked up a fish stick, held it aloft like a torch, and took a massive, crunchy bite.
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