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[[Rabid, sitting at his kitchen table with a spoon in hand]]
Rabid: COULD you KEEP it DOWN in there I'M TRYING TO EAT my meal of BEAN PASTE!
[[Dr Quickly and Rabish are in Rabid's pantry. Rabish is carrying a large mallet]]
Dr Quickly: Ignore him, dear.
Rabish: Ok!
[[Rabish brings the mallet down on an object that was not a pickle jar.]]
<<SMASH!>>
[[Rabish wipes the sweat from her brow.]]
Rabish: There has Got To Be a better way to open a pickle jar.
Dr Quickly: There is, but you have to learn this way first. Now, grind up the glass...
[[Rabish grinds the glass up with a mortar and pestle.]]
<<CKSH CKSH>>
[[Rabid sits at the kitchen table, waving a spoonful of his dinner about.]]
Rabid: Bean paste...
[[Rabid stands at the kitchen sink, waving a dish about distractedly.]]
Rabid: ...doin' dishes...
[[Rabid lies in bed, his head on his pillow and eyes closed.]]
Rabid: ... goin' to bed...
[[Rabid sits at the kitchen table, placing a spoon full of cereal in his mouth distractedly.]]
Rabid: ... eatin' breakfast...
[[Rabid's eyes widen in shock, no longer distracted.]]
Rabid: ... swallowing... fine grains... of broken glass... in cereal?
[[Rabid leaps up in shock, blood cereal and the spoon flying away.]]
Rabid: AAAUGH!!
[[The phone, in an adjacent room, begins to ring.]]
Rabid: YAUUUGH!!!
[[Rabid walks into the room, and picks up the phone]]
Rabid: AAAUGH!! AAGH!!... hello?
[[Dr Quickly is on the other end. Rabish stands beside the doctor, listening in.]]
Dr Quickly: Hello there. How is? ... glass, you say? ... Well, pickles are best for that.
[[Rabish sneaks into Rabid's pantry.]]
Rabish: I'd better go get readier!
[[Rabid walks into his pantry and finds Rabish.]]
Rabid: Oh! Rabish! You are in my pantry! Could you hand me that pickle jar?
[[Rabid unscrews the lid of the pickle jar. Blood drips out of the corner of his mouth.]]
Rabid: Un-SCREW!
[[Rabid bites a pickle.]]
<<CRUNCH>>
Rabish: Can I have one too?