"I like eyeballs...you can fly!....you can take off....really....high and low!....highway and go...whoa....
(coughing, poor guy)...hold on, wocket in my pocket, I never seen it....hey! It's monsters! MOMMY!! (he is convinced there are monsters in his room)....kind of, I don't like paper! I don't like...bah bah I'm thirsty...mooo haha!!!...mommy, get me....suns up?...(nice try)....get me mommy....mommy (x 100).....I am sick....(coughing)...no, its from smoke...smoke, it's smoke (OK I have to go check...there is no smoke in his bedroom)....mommy get me!...mommy, rock a bye....you get here, oh look, my sock!....this is made out of wood, parks...that's a mommy, that's a mommy, to bed, her OWN bed!....(freud would like this one)....mommy?.....boy? where are you?....I can't find mommy....oh boy...mommy, a bear comin'! (nice try)....we are ready...baby in a wash, not wash!....don't eat you dad!...you don't eat tape, nuh uh, we eat food, mooooo.....away we go...."
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