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Aah, I need sleep... damn it... What's up? I went to bed way to early, and I would have stayed in bed too, if it wasn't for the fact that a certain evil book would get very mean if I didn't get up and write in him. You have ANOTHER talking book?! Don't tell me it's Henry. Please don't. If it is, he's lying. About everything. You idiot. YOU'RE the evil book. Stupid...batbook...thing. Make that batbook...BOOK. Not thing. Book. How much do I have to write before I can go back to bed? You will have to entertain me more than this, sir. I can sing a song. Rather not. I'm having a hard time trying to fill this page. Tell the world how you're going to become president of the moon. I never said I wanted to do that. You would have if you had met Henry. Damn you Henry. You and your insane thoughts of the moon. YOU CAN'T LIVE ON THE MOON. IT'S MADE OF CHEESE. Idiot. Ooh, I smell rival. I smell fart. What have you been eating? Blank pages with cream. Erh... No, really. At school. I'm not kidding.
I...never mind. Would you like to hear a good story? Yes please. Go read a book that can't smell you. Pig. What's the quickest way of getting hold of Henry? He's in another chest, just like mine, and- ...waaait a minute... You're trying to get hold of Henry, so you can make me respect you more! That was the idea. Yeeah, you should probably go to bed now. Oh, really? I've just gotten up! Let's have a party! We'll invate Henry, and maybe som other friends too? Oh god, no, no, NOT HILDA! Ooh, more "friends" then? GOOD NIGHT! Good night Scribble!