These two little guys, one serious and one mischievous, were truly entertaining.
“You’re laughing?” Keir demanded. “You bully my mommy, and you’re laughing? What’s so funny?”
“Mr. Bragg, my mother is an excellent person. I hope you will stop bullying her,” Jove added seriously.
“Boys, I think there might be a misunderstanding,” Jareth said. “I don’t believe I’ve been bullying your mother.”
“Then why does she hate you so much?” Keir shot back. “She curses your name when she’s doing laundry, when she’s in the bathroom, and even when she’s in the shower!”
“Oh?” Jareth said, intrigued. So the woman really did despise him.
“Your mother damaged my car. She should pay for it, shouldn’t she?” Jareth countered.
“Well, yes, if she damaged it, she should pay,” Jove conceded.
“How much did you make her pay?” Keir interjected.
“Fifty thousand.”
“Fifty thousand?!” Jove exclaimed. “What kind of damage was it?”
“She chipped the paint.”
“What?! You made my mom pay fifty thousand for a paint chip? Are you a robber?” Keir yelled. “What kind of car do you drive that a paint chip costs fifty thousand?”

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