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[[In the early morning, Rabid stands at a bus stop in front of a streetcorner cafe. He is wearing a fishing cap, and carring a fishing pole and tackle box.]]
Rabish: Fishing tackle? Worms? An atypical yet contextually appropriate hat? I bet you're going fishing, right?
Rabish: ?
Rabish: Rabid? Hello?
Rabish: Oh! ... it's just a wax dummy!
Rabish: AND HE'S FILLED WITH CHEESE!!