Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
You do know he's very old, don't you? So old he's likely to die on the job, and how are you going to explain that to the authorities? No, he's only good for one house, and that's mine. Then he'll need a long, long rest.
Well, I appreciate the need for security, but I do think that haviing your house mined is going a bit far. Suppose Jim stepped on it, poor thing. Who would clean up all the bits?
Well, he'd just have to do it himself. They all have to clean up after theyselves.
Now, that's what I call teamwork! Presumably he's paid bit rate?
I don't know what that means in real language. I assume you've made a clever pun based on Pomgolian slang? Always nice to see the non-colonials retaining their sense of humour. Jim is inclined to be slothful. He will feel no mercy in my employ. Anyway, did I say anything about payment?
Don't you pay him for his work??
Remember he is in the labor union and they don't have much humor there when a member isn't payed right
Working for the winner of this game - me - is no joke, Gesine. Grandfather must do as he's told, and the unions can go jump. It's a privilege to work for me. Why, he should be paying ME!
Is he allowed to come and go as he wants or has he a chain around his healthy foot with a heavy iron ball
In second case I have to inform the agency for human rights at the UNO
If he has been telling you about the ball and chain, he shall be punished. No bread with his water tonight!
Human rights? What sort of trendy claptrap is that? I'm not sure grandfather qualifies, anyway.
Don't listen to his pleas for help. He just does it for attention. He loves basking in my glory. Why, cleaning my house makes him feel like a celebrity himself.
We have our secrets granny and me.
Ha! I know what they are - gumdrops!
Right. There go his visiting rights. If you're feeding him junk food and whispering secrets, you are not to come here any more. That will give him another 15 minutes to keep cleaning.
Well, that's a bit rough considering he cleans up your discarded sherbert dab tubes!
A bit rough?! He gets to have what's left!
Oh yuck, the poot end of a sherbert dab! What a sucker!
I have no idea what a sherbet dab is. Is it like a bag of sherbet with a little spoon? Or is it some magical device from the Mother country that we colonials can only dream of?
Either way, he still gets the dregs.
A sherbert dab is a small bag of sherbert powder with a lollipop to stick the sherbert to; or alternatively a cardboard tube containing sherbert powder, with a liquorice straw to suck it up with. Needless to say the straw gets a bit, erm, damp and unpleasant after a while. Poor Jim!
That saliva is the saliva of a winner. He is a lucky man.
Sounds a bit wet to me!
Which is the primary purpose of saliva.
And a good reason to keep it to oneself.
Oh, go on! You've swapped spits a few times in your life. Don't deny it.
Never! A sherbert dab is mine and mine alone. Why, one indiscreet move and that American detective - the Kojak fellow - would be wanting to suck the lollipop. Sacrilege!
Pomgolians are so selfish.