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Rabish: The label is long gone so how do I know it's safe to OPEN let alone EAT?
Rabish: Well, here goes...
<<PSHH>>
Rabid: I'm quite sure this is the address to which Rabish instructed us for attending her dinner party!
Dr Quickly: Then why, instead of a dinner-party-able building is there a lakelet geysered with broth?
<<FSHHH>>
Rabish: Hello boys! Dinner will be a bit late because I seem to have unwittingly opened a bottomless can of chicken soup!!
Dr Quickly: Sheesh!
Rabid: Dang!
[[On a whaling vessel.]]
Bookworm: Apparently our ancestors lived on dry land -- which was plentiful! -- and fished on seas of BRINE.
Bookworm's Companion: Brine? Not soup? Just salty water? Such an age that must have been, before the Can was Opened.
Harpooneer: Ho! Bookworms! Look lively, the spray of a soup whale's been sighted to port!
Lookout: No -- that's no whale's blow... the broth boils! THE END IS UPON US!!