1) Banished from the kitchen. It's an outrage! Just because I was taking a natural interest in the cooking of the Sunday Roast. Getting in the way, they said, under their feet. As if. It's beef, if I'm not mistaken. I can smell it. Taste it. Oh the exquisite torture.
2) I was right. It was beef. Lovely it was an' all. Served in a puddle of gravy made with the juices of the meat. And yes, you're right, I could have managed a little bit more. Mmmmmm, I can still taste it now. Still, mustn't grumble. It'll soon be supper time.
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