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Rabid: I really want a... hot dog! Do you sell hot dogs?
<<ANGER & FRUSTRATION>>
Clerk: YOU! EATER OF THINGS! YOU I DENY!! I YOU DENY!!
Clerk: I'VE GOT IMPLEMENTS WITH "WITCH" I'LL FIX FOR GOOD YER WAGOON!! A SHIVVY SCREWDRIVER, IS LIKE! YEW PISSY HANDBASKET! I'LL CONCEIVE OF GRISLIED DEMISIONS!
Rabid: What is the source and dimension of this hate I feel sprung upon me? I harbour no ill-will, no-how!
Clerk: SHUT UP! NO-ONE CARES FOR THE AIRS YOU PUT ON!
Rabid: Sheesh, take a CHILL PILL!
Clerk: Heck NO! It -- it's probably FILLED with RAISINS and EARWIGS!
Dr Quickly: !
Dr Quickly: WHO are you and what do you WANT?
Clerk: I... I don't know! But I suspect you are ALSO a party responsible for our torment! MY torment!
Dr Quickly: There, there. I'm a doctor. Hold still so I can have a look.
Clerk: Ahh! Ghhhach!
Dr Quickly: THERE! A thorn in your brain! I'll pluck it out forthwith!
[[Blood spurts from the clerk's head.]]
Clerk: I AM AT PEACE WITH THE WORLD AGAIN!
Clerk: THANK-YOU FOR YOUR KIND SERVICE