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Rabid: I sure like chicken fingers!
Rabish: Oh yeah? Well I LOVE them!
Rabid: Why do you always DO that?
Rabish: Do what?
Rabid: When I say something and then YOU say something and then it PISSES ME OFF!!
Rabish: ...
Rabish: What?
Rabid: Oh... ugh... nevermind. Let's go get some... ICE CREAM CATS!!
Rabish: Oh! Yes, please!
Rabish: Yay, Ice Cream Cats!
Rabid: Ooorgh...
Rabish: What? Did you eat it too fast? a cold head-ache?
Rabid: C-cold... head... ache...
[[A "point of view" image of Rabid's cold-headache-infected vision. A psychedelic mishmash of text and image, synaesthetically depicting utter brain chaos.]]
Rabish: Wow, that's a bad cold heada -- NKK!!
Rabish: AAAAAAAAAAAA
Rabid: nnnnnnnnn