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51: Group Session
"Rodney, telling someone 'your mother is a fraggin' aardvark' is not a dignified way to express dissatisfaction with their behavior," said the goblin counselor. They were all sitting in a circle of folding chairs in the community room.
"Fraggle!" snapped Rodney.
"Can I just say something here?" interrupted the Hat. Since his marriage to the talkative Mrs. Hat, the group session was the only place he could get a word in anymore. The Wise Man snoring beneath the Hat mumbled in his sleep.
"Now, Hat," said the counselor. "It's still Rodney's turn."
Rodney sneered at the disappointed Hat. "Your mother is a fraggin' aardvark, too," he crowed.
"My mother was a crinoline cloche with ribbon flower trim!" yelled the Hat in an insulted fury.
Some of the group members began to giggle. An elf lit a cigarette.
"Pierce. We do not smoke in group," the counselor said. "We all agreed on this."
The elf looked annoyed but he put the cigarette out.
"Fraggin' aardvark," said Rodney to the elf.
"Yeah, well your mother is a burlap turban," said the Hat with malicious satisfaction.
"Frag off," yelled Rodney.
The goblin counselor sighed. This was the longest hour of his week.
