Clive tole me today, guess what? There bees a new prince baby in Englishland what theys callin' George, jus' like you is George, George! I thunk what prawly theys seed my pictures. But then Clive sayed, and the baby momma's name bees Kate; jus' like yous Momma, too, Georgie! So then I thunk, well, me an' Momma must of bees a Canadish Royal Family. Which, that means if Clive gonna be mean, or spit on me or somethin'; I gets to holler, take him to my bowels and chop hims head off! When Aunt Spot heared that, she tole me I gotta go home now. She don't knows Royal Stuff what so all.