Rabid: I'll take two!
Rabid: Come on you little bastards! BREED!!
Other Animal: whine
The Author: Notice: Rabid brandishes a salami of reward, not a bludgeon of punishment. Rest easy, dear reader!
Noel: I'm sorry, but "they won't 'do it' with each other" is not covered by the warranty... No sir... No... Have you tried romance? ... Ah... And you're sure they're a breeding pair? ... Oh my.
[[Dr Quickly is coming out of a computer]]
Dr Quickly: This dietary supplement should make them "randy"!!
Rabid: And you're sure it will work?
Dr Quickly: Oh my GOODNESS yes.
Rabid: I'M SO SORRY I HAVE TO DO THIS THE HARD WAY!!
[[Rabid is at a sidewalk stand selling "PET ROCK CALVES" for twenty-five cents each.]]
Rabid: Business is booming!
Rabish: So cute!