“You’re getting on my nerves,” cried Uncle Sam

“You’re getting on my nerves,” cried Uncle Sam. “You’re supposed to love me no matter what!”

“Well,” said the children, “we hate your jokes.”

“What jokes? All I do is talk about the American Dream!”

“Exactly,” the children said as they rode away on their motor scooters which resembled insects.

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