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Bennett (thinking): But I would've gotten away with it, too, if not for that meddling Cohen!
(MUAHAHAHA)
. . . who seemed like a perfectly pleasant guy the last time I sat down with him in person.
Cohen (flashback): Are you sure you don't want a bite of this cake? It's pretty delicious.
Bennett (thinking): But who knows what he's doing to her right now . . . ?
Dr. Lopez: It's no use. I can't get anything out of her. No matter what I do, she isn't cracking.
Cohen: Don't worry about it, Lopez. I'll take another shot at her.
(BEEP)
(PING)
Cybele: Ninety million a hundred and seventy-four thousand three hundred an' twenty-six bottles of beer on the wall, ninety million a hundred and seventy-four thousand three hundred an' twenty-six bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around --
Cohen: Is this supposed to be some kind of comment on my drinking habits?
4 thoughts on “Chapter Thirteen Page 3”
Flyboy254
Only if you’re Sinatra.
Morgan Walter Champion
Or Oliver Reed…
KLCtheBookWorm
My theory is Cybele has never reached one bottle of beer on the wall. Every time she restarts the song, the initial number moved forward by one until we are here.
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Is this supposed to be some kind of comment on my drinking habits ha funny
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