Laughter: oh, they came around yesterday. They complained about the wages we give them. They said, #19,800 is too small for them. Fibbery: Aaaaah, goats! They deserve nothing more! Those lousy dogs! Have they ever seen that much money in their lives? Thieves! And children of thieves! Laughter: aaah. Easy, easy my friend. Some of them are not dogs you know, I have met some exceptional ones. Fibbery: Dogs, yes, they can never be. Even my dog feeds better than them! They are fools. If they rise up again, we shall give them an increase, but hey, we shall owe them five months' wages. Laughter: And if they complain again? Fibbery: We tell them that we are broke! Aren't we broke? Imagine, I could not fulfill my December wish of purchasing a 10th jet. We are broke, the nation is broke! Laughter: aaah. I see. (Curtain falls, although it never did rise at the start).
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