Look at him sitting in the corner. Little Jack Horner, having a fag, while mummy washes the
clothes and Daddy sucks on his whiskey soaked rag. Just like him to be doing that. He never moves from there, unless moved
by force, unless you pick him up. His stupid white face, that ugly tattooed body. Hes staring at me mummy, make him stop!
I only wish I could darling, I only wish I could. He just doesnt get it. We dont want his type around here, we dont need them.
Theyre like fucking parasites, coming here, taking up all the space. Look at his top, all serated and Easy-Tear. Easy tear?
Ill give him easy fucking tear, how about easy tears? Youre making my little girl cry you lowlife scum! Why dont you take
your yellow ass out of our turf? Cant you see her tears? Or does it make you feel big to upset a little girl? Oh sure there
are others here, but I know they dont like you being here. I can tell. Look at the faces, feel the uncomfortable silences.
They hate you as much as I do. Oh dear, whats that? Oh shit its opening. The doors opening! Watch out!! Darling no, stay out
of the light, if they see you thats the end! No!! Baby! Watch out! Whats that mustard scummer doing now? Stay away from my
baby! Stay away from that hand you idiot! Its going to get you too...The doors closed. Baby speak to me are you okay? Im okay
mummy, they took that mustard man instead. Oh thank Christ youre okay my little tomato sauce darling. I love you. I love you
mummy. God bless that brave Mustard, I hope hes celebrating in condiment heaven. As told By Ms. Tomato Ketchup.
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