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Hawkins:
Morning Governor Sinclair.

Sinclair:
Tell me Hawkins, who made my breakfast this morning?

Hawkins:
That new Cook, Sir. Was there a problem?

Sinclair:
Yes Hawkins, there was. Several in fact. My fruit salad had no Paw Paw, my pheasant eggs were cold, mild at best, and this Earl Gray tastes as if it's been pissed from a dead baby.

Hawkins:
I'll forward your complaints to him, Sir.

Sinclair:
Don't do that Hawkins. Just have the man killed.