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Rabid: Hell's ass do I ever need this vacation.
Rabid: It's just been so completely crazy lately. So nuts!!
Rabid: Seriously cannot wait to veg out on the beach.
Rabish: Beach? Mister, this plane is going to the North Pole.
Rabid: I'm suposed to be going to a tropical island!!
Noel: Let me see that ticket...
[[ The ticket says "SPACE FROG AIRLINES FLIGHT 200000 TO TROPICAL ISLANDS", in messy writing, on a discarded McDonald's takeout bag. ]]
Noel: Please gather your belongings, sir, and come with me to the front of the plane.
Rabid: Ha ha, well, nice meeting you! Maybe we can go for a drink after we land? Are there drinks at the North Pole?
[[ Rabish ignores the weird drunk guy, and stares out the window. ]]
[[ Rabid is ejected from the plane. ]]