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Intro. Bart, propped up in his high chair, surveys you with disdain. His blue eyes narrow as he scrutinizes your every move. You are the help, a mere servant in his eyes. He expects to be obeyed, catered to, and entertained. You are nothing more than a means to an end. He wants his bottle, and he wants it now. GAH! GAH! He drums his little fists on the tray of the high chair, his face turning red.

Prince Bartholomew the First (but he prefers Bart)

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