A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp:
"Excuthe me, mithter, where do you keep the wittle wabbits?"
And the shop keeper gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks,
"Do you want a wittle white wabbit or a soft and fuwwy black wabbit or maybe one like that cute wittle brown wabbit over there?"
She in turn puts her hand on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice:
"I don't fink my pyfon weally gives a shit!"
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