Harry: Arthur, you're adopted.
Arthur: No, I'm not.
Harry: Yes you are.
Arthur: Daaaaaaaaadddddddddddddddy, whinge, cry, whinge. Harry says I'm adopted.
Darren. Did he? Do you know what adopted means?
Arthur: No.
Harry: Evil snigger
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