Rabid: That'll teach you bastards my ice cream son of a bitching only wanted a little ruiners of all ARRRRGH!!!

Space Frog: HEY "LITTLE BUDDY" IT SURE SOUNDS AS THOUGH THERE IS SOMETHING UP THAT HAS GOT YOU DOWN... IF YOU TALK ABOUT IT, YOU MIGHT FEEL BETTER, "LITTLE BUDDY"

Rabid: I went to a very fancy cafe to get a dessert to cool my palate -- this intolerable heat! -- and the order was seriously botched, so now I'm all empty-gulleted.

Space Frog: So you're saying it is a really fun thing and helpful also to meander about, cussing violent oaths against those people who I don't doubt were only trying to do the best they could for you? Do you do this a lot? Are you normally so intolerable and dangerbrained?
Rabid: Oh... uh...

Rabid: It must be this heat, it's crawled into my rationale and melted my resolve. Oh! I feel so awful now! Those poor folk!

Space Frog: And now you feel SORRY for them? You are a slave to whim. They don't care if you hate, pity, or ignore them! It's just a job! Your heart is too soft; it stinks like a cheese! Grow up and be responsible! Come on "LITTLE BUDDY".

Rabid: I should go home. I have a lot to think about. Thanks, I think, Space Frog. I... owe you.

Dr Quickly: BUT AS IT TURNS OUT...!

[[Space frog addresses the waitstaff of The Cafe In Question]]
Space Frog: You did well, you employees of mine, to ethically derange the small red monster. YOUR REWARD IS TO NOT BECOME EATEN.