"Well, I clean all the rooms, while you just hang on the wall, and say that stupid cuckoo."
"And what is that noise that you make? Is it a roar?"
Phil couldn't help but interject, "Sounds like a rumble to me."
Dyson didn't dare mention Phil's sounds.
The argument went on for a short time until Phil felt sorry for the youngster.
"What say we give her a break. Look Dyson, we're just having fun with you."
Margreth complied, "What we've figured out is that each object has it's own talent. It's own job, if you know what I mean."
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