Slave: "Master, I just meant to pop out to the drug store to rent a breast pump and I come back with a breast pump with enough artillary to run an army, a car full of diapers and formula from Superstore and four bottles of wine. Do I have my priorities straight?"
Master: "Well Slave, that fancy pump will lead to more milk which will lead to more stored milk which will lead to me peeing more and which will lead to more nights off for you to drink that wine. So, I daresay, that although your priorities might not be in the right place, your logic is sound. Which is impressive for someone as sleep deprived as yourself."
Slave: "Thank you Master. You are most kind."
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