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VO: Keith Richards. Gravelly, hoarse.

((SFX: Sounds like a dog whimpering))

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((SFX: Sudden loud whine))

Hush, little one. Daddy’s talking.

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((SFX: Suddenly the Whine is very insistent.))

Insatiable, aren’t you my lovely? Well, off I go, back to the work.

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Down, Carmela. Down girl. Let me get me truss off.

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