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Yes, thank you, I'm really grateful you accept to see me. I won't be long anyway, you probably have things to do, I didn't meant to be a bore. Oh yes, sure, thanks for offering, I could use some rest for me legs, I had been standing all the day long. Thank you really, very kind of you. There. So, basically I'm here because I wanted to solemnly express gratitude for everything you decided in my life. I never had the chance to do it. No really, I'm serious. Thank you "saw" much. And to begin with, you could have decided I had to be born in one of those very poor countries and to be doomed to starve so much my stomach would look like a page of the Bible (you know, the Gideons edition), with no cover, not even a shirt to put on. You decided not. Instead, I'm born in a wonderful country where almost everybody can eat and drink; of course, my mum was a prostitute and my father a drunk, but hey, I can't really blame you, can I? Secondly, you gave me such an extraordinary wife. First contact was not that easy but heck, twenty years of happiness in our caravan near Detroit. Even now I can't believe that such a piece of pink cake was mine, and mine alone, mind you, during all that time. I regret I had to chop off her head last year. Actually I can't remember why I did it. Maybe was she screaming out too loud? Anyway, thank you for my Carla, she was a real gift from Heaven. Err, from you. And then, you decided to delight my fatherhood ambition and here was Bobby. What a son, that any father could envy me! I know I know, he eventually shot me in the head after robbing my wallet and all. But he was so gorgeous as a little boy. Well, I'd better run off now. Anyway, from the bottom of my heart, thanks God, thanks for everything.