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la la, tra la li, mummy, daddy, my little brother and myself are travelling
by car to a party of the kind at which, we suppose, we suppose, we suppose,
the whole family has to be very, very close together. Tra la la, tra la
li, we’ve taken a wrong turning. Our hysterical mother is getting
nervous and daddy, well, better not even mention daddy because, to top
things off, we’ve not only taken a wrong turning. The thing is that
we’ve taken one of those roads with no way out. Things are sure
to start happening now... I said it earlier. There’s a black car,
very black. And there’s a woman, stopped, dressed in white. And
now it turns out that we’ll die one at a time. Oh great. And all
because we’re the stars of a boring film with a deep dislike for
the family institution, that and the next thing. Oh great. |
