"No kidding," Autor says, shaking his head at the kid's attitude.
"Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around," the grandfather reads, as Buttercup, a tall blonde, trounces onto the screen from riding her horse.
"Farm boy!" she calls to Westley. "Polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning."
"As you wish," Westley says, and Buttercup flounces out of the stable.
"'As you wish' was all he ever said to her," the grandfather says.
"That had to get boring," Autor says, scooping up some popcorn in his hand.
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Date: 2015-11-07 05:09 am (UTC)"Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around," the grandfather reads, as Buttercup, a tall blonde, trounces onto the screen from riding her horse.
"Farm boy!" she calls to Westley. "Polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning."
"As you wish," Westley says, and Buttercup flounces out of the stable.
"'As you wish' was all he ever said to her," the grandfather says.
"That had to get boring," Autor says, scooping up some popcorn in his hand.