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"Oh sah, mistah dispenser of gruel-serving-type-person" said Oliver, wistfully wringing his hands as he approached the master, "I would so like to sit down..."
"You want moh?" said the Master.
"Um, no sah, I just said I wanted to sit down..."
"Too latté! You have to stand in the Oliver corner for three hours."
For three hours, Oliver stood in the Oliver corner like a Fagin. What? This is cake night? Oh son of a...