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j. ketch: Yes, and I hope it will be a lesson to you. (Sticks gallows into bracket on back edge of playboard.) punch: But what about my poor wife and sixteen small children, most of them twins and the oldest only three years of age! j. ketch: Mr. Punch, you are to be hanged by the neck till you are dead, dead, dead! punch: What! Three times? j. ketch: I expect once will be enough. Put your head in this noose. punch: (Pretending to thrust his head into noose, missing completely.) Where? There? j. ketch: No, no, a little further to the right. punch: I'm not very good at this. I was never hanged before, you know. Here? No, there. Oops, missed again. |
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