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Rabid: Why are my fish kebabs so late?
[[A noxious gas floats off the kebab, a poison jug of "NOT MARINADE" in the foreground...]]
Noel: Heh heh heh
<<EEOOO EEOOO>>
[[An ambulance takes Rabid away.]]
Noel: HA HA HA
Dr Quickly: Poisoned fish kebabs, poisoned meat loaf, poisoned pesto, poisoned baked catfish, poisoned ortolan, poisoned artichokes, poisoned...
Rabid: Someone's trying to POISON me!? But I am a widely admired "butt model" in fashion photography!
Rabid: These flowers smell odd.
[[The tag reads: "Die soon! -- your secret dismirerer"]]
[[At a tombstone which reads: "RIP RABID"]]
Noel: HA! His butt insurance paid up -- TO ME!!
Rabish: Oh no! The documents are legit!!