It's 9 pm. Mark is asleep in his room, upstairs already, his leg and arm is hanging off the bed, his mouth wide open and he's snoring. Oliver and Debbie are downstairs in the kitchen, eating dinner. Oliver doesn't wanna eat dinner, he looks up at his mom and says in a pouts, whiny tone. Oliver: But moom! I'm Not hungry! Debbie looks down at Oliver with a stern look, she's not going to let him off the hook. She says in a stern tone. Debbie: Oliver, you'll eat dinner... One way to another!
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