I won't stop, will I?
Rejected Baby Poem #2: Mamet Babies
I can't believe...
No...
I mean, here we are...
Yes.
Stuck in here.
Yes.
Stuck in this seaweed.
This seaweed!
This is just...
I know.
It can't...
It can't go well.
That's absolutely right.
Why did you do this to us?
Are you saying I got us into this?
Didn't you?
What did I say?
What did you say?
What did I say?
What?
I know what I'm doing.
What are you doing?
None of your fucking business, pal.
Why are you doing this to me?
What did I say?
What are you saying?
Just shut up and yell for help.
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