Which Reminds Me

Yes, I should probably thank Grandma McClellan for supplying us with unlimited chocolate and sodas during childhood. But what should we now do with this mess of paperwork that was left behind? You speak as if I were the little brat who threw everything to the four winds. Shouldn't there be a higher law operating over that mess, so that we can all get a fresh start without all of the baggage of the past? Why should I have to dialogue and trade nonsense with those horrid little brats, Stoney-Puke or similar? I might as well commit suicide, with those horrid mosnters always screaming in my ear.