I was listening to the baby screech because, well, that's what was on. An intense, anguished squeal it was.
Me: "You know what it sounds like? You know when the Nazgul are decending on Minas Tirith and--"
Her: "No, I don't." Exit, kitchen right.
Well, anyway, it sounded like that.
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