rdfs:comment | - "Oooooooh! AHHHH, yetch, umph!" Krout grimaced, and hurried along down the hall towards the kitchen. He had heard this twice before, but this was the first time it almost sounded mutual. Klaus could not even bear to think of it, so he put it out of his mind as he stepped into the horridly grimy kitchen. There, his baby sister "Chomp" was gnawing on an empty crack-cocaine vial, and banging a wooden spoon on the floor. "I know things seem pretty bad right now Chomp," said Krout, "But it will get better. We will find a way to get out of here and we will all go and live with a happy family."
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abstract | - "Oooooooh! AHHHH, yetch, umph!" Krout grimaced, and hurried along down the hall towards the kitchen. He had heard this twice before, but this was the first time it almost sounded mutual. Klaus could not even bear to think of it, so he put it out of his mind as he stepped into the horridly grimy kitchen. There, his baby sister "Chomp" was gnawing on an empty crack-cocaine vial, and banging a wooden spoon on the floor. "I know things seem pretty bad right now Chomp," said Krout, "But it will get better. We will find a way to get out of here and we will all go and live with a happy family." "yea rite muta fucka, we'sa gointa be a-livin by owselves by tha sound-o tha shit!", said Chomp. Chomp, like most babies her age, still used a language of minced nonsense words and expression she had picked up off the street. Fortunately Krout knew exactly what she was saying. It translated to something like, "I'm not entirely convinced we can take Vagoletta with us." "Whoooah! Yeeeesh! OHHH!", more noises came drifting from upstairs. Krout sighed. He knew his sister Crunch could be right. Ever since Countess Ola had taken to "personally tutoring" Vagoletta, their chances for escape together had grown slim. He was simply going to have to stop reading Playboy and Maxim magazines and read something useful.
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