Hobbes:  Croquet is a gentlemen's game.  Calvin:  That's hard to believe.  I've played before and I can tell you the temptation to misuse these things is awful.  Hey, don't put the wickets so far apart.  Hobbes:  This is the way they're supposed to be.  Calvin:  No it isn't, you big cheater.  You're just doing this because you can hit the ball harder than I can.  Hobbes:  Cheater?  Who took the lucky red ball when I wasn't looking?  Calvin:  I got to pick first because you did last time!  Hobbes:  That's a lie!  You always take the lucky red ball first!  Calvin:  Call me a liar, will you? Well, you're just a poop head! So there!  Thbpbpthpt!  Hobbes:  Potty mouth! Potty mouth!  Calvin is a potty mouth! Calvin:  You're asking for a toothless mouth, Buster!  Hobbes:  Heah?  Says you and what army?  You couldn't knock the teeth out of a mosquito!  Calvin:  Ha!  Mosquitos don't even have teeth!  That shows how dumb you are!  Hobbes:  Compared to you, I'm Einstein!  Leggo my leg!  Calvin:  Ow!  Go stick your nose in a rubber hose, you walking flea condo!  Hobbes:  I'd say it takes one to know one, Bozo!  Why don't you go play in the food processor!  Mom:  It's getting dark, Calvin.  C'mon inside!  Calvin:  Aw, Mom, we're right in the middle of a croquet game!
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