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trouble
by afrai

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The man on the table twitched.

"Heinrich, how many times must I tell you not to play viz your food?" said the Countess. "Come eat your dinner, Otto."

"He's playing viz his iconograph again," said Heinrich.

"Zat does it," said the Count. "No, Mina, don't stand up for him. Zis fad has gone on long enough."

"I only vanted us to haf a nice family dinner for once," said the Countess despairingly. "Heinrich, stop torturing the entree, or zere vill be trouble."

"Otto -- "

"Everyvun smile!" said Otto. The flash lit the room.

He didn't get any dinner that night either.

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