"Hello, HELLO, Operator , is that Dictators R Us". "Umm, I need to be put through to Stalin, Lenin or Pol Pot". "Yes I'm looking for ten handy hints on how to become a more successful tyrant". "Yes, that's right, I do consider myself God like, uh-huh, yes, the Tall One is getting a bit above herself and failing to provide an adequate level of servitude and adoration to me". "Can I be clear, by torture, do you mean inflicting a reign of terror and biting her wrist when she stops stroking me and fixing my canines firmly on her scalp in the middle of the night until she screams for mercy at 3 am?" "No she doesn't show me adequate respect. For example, she failed to shave her eyebrows off when I went for a scenic detour for three days". "Noooo, whadya mean the Dictators aren't available to speak to me". "Hello, HELLo, are you a complete cretin or something, NO don't you hang up on ME. Don't you know who I am?". "Hello ..."
"Yes, hello is that the Tall One?" "I'm calling as I demand more food NOW, more stroking NOW, more pick me ups and cuddles NOW. Depeche-toi. Vite."
Noises off (despotic laugh). "I really am pleased with this Cat-Berry phone, it really is very useful. Thank you Jonathan and Saskia".
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