Glasses. Where’s my glasses? I can’t find my glasses. Oi, my head.
Ah - what’s this? My glasses, propped up on my head. Silly glasses. Time for them to sit on my nose.
Ok my lovelies, it’s showtime. I shall open the curtain.
Franklin? Why, oh why, Franklin, do you hop off the tightrope and sit on the edge of the stage.
Franklin, the others are taking their turns. You should too.
Sorry, what’s that, young man? Please speak up, I’m old. Why do I play with fleas, with insects? I don’t play - they are fierce performing animals. Except for Franklin.
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