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Rabid: It is a cold and desolate winter!
Rabish: Yeah -- that is an observable fact. How can we pass the time?
Rabid: With a seasonally appropriate game!
Rabid: As a first example, we could play the game "Hibernate", where we nuzzle, warm and waiting it out in torpid trance until weather changes awaken us with spring flowers and such stuff...
Rabish: Yeah! That one!
Dr Quickly: Why, I haven't seen Rabid or Rabish since... since this ice age started six or so thousand years ago! I bet they've done something anachronistic like "gone hibernatin'".
Dr Quickly: Finally, after years of searchin', I have finded them ENTOMBED IN THE ICE! I'll be tha-WING them out forthwith.
Rabid: YAWN! Is it spring yet? Where are the lovely spring FLOWERS?
Rabish: Yeah, if there aren't any flowers we have to go back to sleep or we forfeit the game!!
Dr Quickly: Uhhh... oh LOOK! I am a BEAUTIFUL SPRING FLOWER! Gaze fondly at my gaily coloured genitalia!
Rabid: Oh wow, spring is gross to wake up to.
Rabish: Yeah, let's not play this game any more.
[[The Doctor begins to strip.]]
Dr Quickly: LA LA LA!
Dr Quickly: LA LA LA WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SPRING!