The successivo morning Skipper had gotten up and headed to the lobby, he was carrying a basket with various breads and pastries. 'Mr. Bates? Are te there? I've got something for you!!' asked Skipper. He then saw Private shuffling downstairs, red in the eyes, possibly from crying so much. 'Ello Skippah, what's the basket for?' asked Private. 'For you, I heard te and your mother arguing last night and I decided to make it up to you, it's breads and pastries,' detto Skipper. 'Ohhhh!!!! Thank te soooo much!! Mum loves Garlic pane and tarts!! She loves them very much!! Mum? Skippah gave te breads!!' yelled Private ecstatically. But there was no answer from the upstairs room. 'She even up there?' asked Skipper. 'She lives in our house overlooking the motel, I live in here because mum doesn't want me to stay with her in her house,' detto Private. 'You need to send her to a mental hospital Mr. Bates, she really is crazy,' replied Skipper. Private frowned, slammed down the basket on his scrivania, reception and fiddled with his flippers. 'I wish I could, but I don't wanna leave her, te know what I'm saying right skippah?' asked Private.
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Skipper paused for a moment, he looked at Private for a few seconds. da the look of his face, he could tell that Private was a shy, sad, lonely penguin, deprived of love. 'Yes, I understand, your mom doesn't want te to talk to Marlene, doesn't she?' asked Skipper. 'No!! She hates females!! She doesn't want me to talk to girls o flirt!! I'm sick of it!! But she loves me, which is why I listen to her,' detto Private. 'Look, listen to my advice, te need to stand up and support your rights!! You're not a hatchling anymore, only a fully grown man any parent would be proud of!!' yelled Skipper. 'You know, you're right, I'll talk to mum!! She needs to learn that!! Thank te so much,' detto Private. 'You're welcome, te know, if you're feeling lonely, we'll just stay one più night okay?' asked Skipper. 'Really?! Hooray!!! I'll ask Marlene out and see if she likes me, te don't mind do you?' asked Private. 'Of course not!! She's available right here, right now,' replied Skipper. Marlene overheard the conversation in her room, she was glad that Private liked her, she then decided to get in formal dress to talk to Private at dinner.
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Private saw Marlene through a peephole he just found in the motel, she was counting the money on the check that was laying on the bed, then she walked to the door and Private pulled away from the peephole and looked at the bare bacheca formally. 'Hey Private, I heard, te liked me? Like a lover?' asked Marlene. 'Of course I do, I Amore you, and, well.... Uh, do te wanna go out, for dinner?' asked Private. 'Sure!! Thanks!! I Amore te too!! Where are we eating?' asked Marlene. 'At my mum's house, she's constantly vigilant on me, besides, she cooks real good food,' detto Private, stroking the back of his neck. 'Oh, as long as the food's good I'll go with you, and we can discuss stuff about your mom,' answered Marlene. 'Okey dokey, but don't make fun of her, she's pretty touchy in conversations,' replied Private, wiping sweat off his forehead. Marlene then winked at him, and brushed her tail against his hip, making him blush. 'I'll be seeing ya tonight, at the cena tavolo in your house, is it the big two-story house behind the motel?' asked Marlene. 'Yeah, it's that house exactly,' replied Private, sighing in relief as she walked off to her bedroom.
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Skipper paused for a moment, he looked at Private for a few seconds. da the look of his face, he could tell that Private was a shy, sad, lonely penguin, deprived of love. 'Yes, I understand, your mom doesn't want te to talk to Marlene, doesn't she?' asked Skipper. 'No!! She hates females!! She doesn't want me to talk to girls o flirt!! I'm sick of it!! But she loves me, which is why I listen to her,' detto Private. 'Look, listen to my advice, te need to stand up and support your rights!! You're not a hatchling anymore, only a fully grown man any parent would be proud of!!' yelled Skipper. 'You know, you're right, I'll talk to mum!! She needs to learn that!! Thank te so much,' detto Private. 'You're welcome, te know, if you're feeling lonely, we'll just stay one più night okay?' asked Skipper. 'Really?! Hooray!!! I'll ask Marlene out and see if she likes me, te don't mind do you?' asked Private. 'Of course not!! She's available right here, right now,' replied Skipper. Marlene overheard the conversation in her room, she was glad that Private liked her, she then decided to get in formal dress to talk to Private at dinner.
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Private saw Marlene through a peephole he just found in the motel, she was counting the money on the check that was laying on the bed, then she walked to the door and Private pulled away from the peephole and looked at the bare bacheca formally. 'Hey Private, I heard, te liked me? Like a lover?' asked Marlene. 'Of course I do, I Amore you, and, well.... Uh, do te wanna go out, for dinner?' asked Private. 'Sure!! Thanks!! I Amore te too!! Where are we eating?' asked Marlene. 'At my mum's house, she's constantly vigilant on me, besides, she cooks real good food,' detto Private, stroking the back of his neck. 'Oh, as long as the food's good I'll go with you, and we can discuss stuff about your mom,' answered Marlene. 'Okey dokey, but don't make fun of her, she's pretty touchy in conversations,' replied Private, wiping sweat off his forehead. Marlene then winked at him, and brushed her tail against his hip, making him blush. 'I'll be seeing ya tonight, at the cena tavolo in your house, is it the big two-story house behind the motel?' asked Marlene. 'Yeah, it's that house exactly,' replied Private, sighing in relief as she walked off to her bedroom.
Dear Diary, I am so PISSED AT HOW DR FUCKING BLOWHOLE HAS TO BE RETARDED AND USE CHROME INSTEAD OF SOMETHING LIKE TITANIUM :P IT IS FKIN STRONGER! Anyway, I have the feeling that I am being watched. Oh brb. Back. I brbed coz i thought HE WAS USING MY GUN AND HE WAS SO I JUST TRIED TO SHOOT HIM BUT HE USED ALL OF THE FUCKING BULLETS :L So i have a new pack of bullets right here in my flipper at this here very moment, and I might just refill my gun with bullets and try to shoot Dr Bastardhole :P So erm... I'm gonna finish Scrivere now, coz SOME random FAG ON fanpop IS Leggere MY DIARY PAGE >:L But I really gotta stop overusing the :L face. :L DAMN IM DOING IT AGAIN!!!!!! Bye.
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