The inference was clear. You Irish were all very naughty and it's time you copped on and grew up.

Stumpy and Gristle must have all the cutesy mannerisms of their kiddy-show forebears, and the pacing and tempo of the dialogue must parallel exactly those of pre-Sesame Street kidvid, if the maximum horror is to result when the action suddenly takes a Stephen King turn.

In this region of chance, […] where nothing ws stable.

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