Happy 30th of December to you

[Beauregard]

...I feel so rejected...like, a peppercorn that's fallen from the grinder and rolled under the cooker never to be seen again...

 

[theprawncracker]

Who's feeling rejected? Granny Leyla? Well I should hope not. She has her drinks after all, and her two loving children in Lisa and I. Speaking of which Fran, where'd our son hop off to? I'd like to yell at something...

 

[TogetherAgain]

<Growls> My name is not FRAN! <whacks frying pan on Prawnie's head>

 

[Beauregard]

Um...dad...Granny Leyla isn't here...she's even more rejected than I am...you left her in that blackbag in the garden.

 

[theprawncracker]

*grabs head* ...DID YOU JUST WHACK ME IN THE HEAD WITH A FRYING PAN?!

Well that's great Lisa, just great. NOW how will we cook the prime rib?

 

[TogetherAgain]

....WHAT black bag?

 

[Beauregard]

Dad...you and Mum need to start talking more.

 

[theprawncracker]

The black bag you threw out with my black book...

EDIT: And we talk enough as it is thank you son.

 

[Beauregard]

Sure, dad, I bet you didn't tell her about the lizard.

 

[theprawncracker]

The lizard you kept in your diaper as a baby? Yeah, I told her about that.