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Billingsgate
Senior wasn't normally one to participate in Billingsgate. He preferred to give off a veneer of high society which you couldn't do if you were cursing on a regular basis. It just wasn't seemly to curse as far as high society was concerned.
Unfortunately, his son, Junior, seemed to bring out the worst in him. If he was using foul language, you could pretty much guarantee that it was related to his son.
This time, his son's curiosity was at fault. He supposed he shouldn't have left his office door open, but he could never have imagined the mess his now eight year old son had made out of curiosity of what things were normally hidden from him that through a quirk of fate had been revealed today.
