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ALRIGHT, RAT, LISTEN… THE C.E.O. OF JOE'S ROASTERY IS VISITING OUR CAFÉ TODAY AND WE NEED TO SET UP A WELCOMING PARTY.
OH, THE BIG FAT DO-NOTHING THAT MAKES $4,000,000 A YEAR, PAYS ME $5.15 AN HOUR, AND EXPECTS ME TO BE INSPIRED BY A CORPORATE CHEER EVERY MORNING?
MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T BE PART OF THE WELCOMING PARTY.
OHH, I'VE GOT HIS WELCOMING PARTY.

WHERE'D ALL THE CLONES GO?
I GOT RID OF THEM. THOSE LITTLE IDIOTS WERE OUT DOING GOOD DEEDS. THEY ALMOST DESTROYED MY REPUTATION.
BUT I LOVED THOSE GUYS. WHAT'D YOU DO WITH THEM?
SPECIAL DELIVERY.
OOOOOOOH.

LARRY, I THINK IT'S TIME
YOU TALKED TO
OUR SON ABOUT THE
BIRDS AND THE BEES.
OH, PEESE
WOMAN... NO
BE STOOPID...
WHY ME DO
DAT?
BECAUSE YOU'RE HIS
FATHER, LARRY. IT'S
YOUR JOB.
OHHHKAY, FINE.
IF IT MAKE
YOU SHUT
YOU MOUF.
SON?
YEAH, DAD?
BIRDS IS GUD. EAT DEM IF YOU
CAN. BUT NO EAT BEES. DEY
STEENG YOU FACE.
THANKS, DAD, BUT I ALREADY
KNEW THAT.
BEEEEEEG WASTE OF TIME.

HEY THERE, PIG... HOW'D YOU SLEEP LAST NIGHT?
OH, PRETTY GOOD, RAT. THANKS FOR ASKING.
CAN I BUY YOU A CUP OF JOE?
OH, SURE... I'D LOVE THAT... THANK YOU!
STUPID CLONE.

ALRIGHT, GUYS. IF I'M GONNA HAVE LITTLE CLONES RUNNING AROUND, I NEED TO BE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND RATSUNIAN IDEOLOGY. THUS, PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING QUESTION...
PEOPLE ARE:
A) KIND.
B) LOVING.
C) BIG FAT IDIOTS TO BE DISTRUSTED AND LOATHED.
THAT WAS INCORRECT.
c) idiots distrusted loathed.

HEY, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU, GOAT?
I'M JUST IN A BAD MOOD AND DON'T FEEL LIKE DEALING WITH ANYONE.
HIYA!
THIS DOESN'T BODE WELL.

HOW'S YOUR STEM CELL RESEARCH GOING?
PRETTY GOOD.
JUST FINE.
SWELL.
PEACHY.
SUDDENLY, I'M VERY AGAINST CLONING.
OHH
THAT'S
NOT
NICE
YOU FATHEAD.

HEY THERE, NEIGHBOR NICOLETTE, HOW GOES IT?
NOT GOOD, PIG... MY HUSBAND AND I HAVE BEEN TRYING FOREVER TO HAVE KIDS, BUT SO FAR, NO LUCK. OHH, HOW I LONG FOR THE PITTER PATTER OF LITTLE FEET...
HAVE YOU SEEN...?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, RAT?
I STOLE SOME STEM CELLS AND BEGAN CREATING MY VERY OWN HUMAN BEING FROM THE GROUND UP.
BUT THOSE ARE JUST FEET.
I GOT BORED.

WHO'S YOUR WEIRD-LOOKING FRIEND?
EURIPEDES. THE ONE-EYED FROG.
WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS EYE?
NOTHING. HE JUST KEEPS IT CLOSED.
WHY WOULD HE KEEP ONE EYE CLOSED?
BECAUSE EURIPEDES BELIEVES THAT THE WORLD IS FILLED WITH PAIN. BY CLOSING ONE EYE, HE SHUTS OUT HALF OF IT.
BUT AREN'T THERE DISADVANTAGES TO ONLY USING ONE OF HIS EYES?
WELL, HE HAS NO DEPTH PERCEPTION, SO HE CAN'T PLAY CATCH, BUT OTHER THAN THAT, I CAN'T THINK OF ANY.
I THOUGHT OF ONE.

GOAT, I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET MY COUSINS. THIS IS BOB AND THAT'S GLADYS.
WHAT'S GLADYS DOING WAY OUT THERE?
SHE'S A DISTANT RELATIVE.
THAT'S CLOSE ENOUGH, GLADYS!

IF WE'RE EVER GONNA HAVE WORLD PEACE, WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO FIND A FEW BASIC PRINCIPLES WE CAN ALL AGREE ON.
THAT'S A VERY MATURE THING FOR YOU TO SAY, RAT. WHAT KIND OF PRINCIPLE DO YOU THINK WE COULD ALL AGREE ON?
THAT GUYS WHO WEAR THEIR COLLAR UP SHOULD ALL BE PUNCHED IN THE HEAD.
ohhhhh Lord...
HEY...WHAT'S A LITTLE VIOLENCE WHEN YOUR GOAL IS WORLD PEACE?
WE SHOULD GO HOME NOW, DEAR.

WHAT’S A MATTER WITH YOU?
DEPRESSION FINALLY GOT THE BETTER OF OUR POOR LITTLE SOAP.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
HE HUNG HIMSELF IN THE SHOWER.
THAT'S CALLED "SOAP ON A ROPE."
THIS IS NO TIME FOR POETRY.

PIG BOUGHT A POLE FROM THAT GENTLEMAN'S CLUB THAT SHUT DOWN.
A POLE? YOU MEAN ONE OF THOSE THINGS THAT SCANTILY CLAD WOMEN DANCE AROUND?
YEAH. AND HE'S HAVING IT INSTALLED IN OUR LIVING ROOM.
WOW... OUR OWN SWEET PIG... I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY HE'D EVER DO SUCH A THING.
INDOOR TETHERBALL: A DREAM COME TRUE.

HI THERE. I DON'T BELIEVE WE'VE MET. I'M PIG.
HI. TIMMY THE ANTEATER.
ANTEATER, HUH?... SO WHAT DO THOSE LITTLE GUYS TASTE LIKE?
WHAT DO LITTLE GUYS TASTE LIKE?
ANTS.
HOW THE @#&% WOULD I KNOW? I EAT MOSTACCIONI.
SORRY.
I COULD DO WITHOUT THE RACIAL PROFILING.

THE CROCODILE WAITS BELOW THE SURFACE OF THE POND. HE KNOWS THAT THIS IS THE ZEBRA'S ONLY SOURCE OF WATER.
AS THE ZEBRA LEANS IN TO DRINK, THE CROC STRIKES... THE ZEBRA IS NO MORE.

AND SO, IF YOU JUST...UH...MEET ME LIKE...UH...AT THE UHH...
WHAT ARE YOU UP TO, RAT?
LISTENING TO THIS IDIOT'S ENDLESS MESSAGE. ALL I WANT IS FOR HIM TO SAY HIS STUPID PHONE NUMBER.
SOOOOO WHINY...
YEAH I HATE IT--
WAIT! WAIT...SHUT UP...I THINK HE'S ABOUT TO SAY IT...
SO...UH...GIVE...UH ME...A CALL...UH --THE NUMBER IS...
WHY ARE THE SLOWEST MESSAGE TALKERS THE FASTEST PHONE NUMBER GIVERS?
'CAUSE PEOPLE ARE MORONS!! MORONS!! MORONS!! MORONS!!

I CAN'T BELIEVE OUR SEWING MACHINE IS POSSESSED.
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER...IT RAISES SO MANY DEEP, MIND-BLOWING, PHILOSOPHICAL QUESTIONS.
LIKE WHAT?
LIKE WHY DO TWO ANIMALS WHO DON'T WEAR CLOTHES OWN A SEWING MACHINE?

OUR SEWING MACHINE KEEPS ACTING UP… IT’S LIKE IT’S POSSESSED OR SOMETHING.
HOW COME EVERY TIME A STUPID APPLIANCE ACTS UP, PEOPLE SAY IT’S ‘POSSESSED’?

I LOVE SATAN. I LOVE SATAN.

CALL A PRIEST.

WHOA. THAT BOAT'S ABOUT TO GO OVER THE EDGE.
THE EDGE OF WHAT?
THE WORLD THERE.
THE WORLD'S ROUND, PIG.
SO IS MY KITCHEN TABLE, BUT YOU CAN STILL KNOCK OFF THE CEREAL BOWL.
I GUESS "SORRY" ISN'T IN YOUR VOCABULARY.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOUR FRIEND?
Oh, he have bad heart. Probably heart attack.
AREN'T YOU GONNA HELP?
Ack.
WHY HE NEED HELP TO HAVE HEART ATTACK?
YOU PREDATORS ARE JUST EVIL.
Oooooooh. New hat.

DID YOU EVER WONDER WHY THE LETTERS ON A COMPUTER KEYBOARD ARE NOT ARRANGED ALPHABETICALLY? THE ANSWER DATES BACK TO THE DAYS OF MANUAL TYPEWRITERS.
COMMONLY USED COMBINATIONS OF LETTERS HAD TO BE PLACED FAR APART ON THE KEYBOARD TO PREVENT THEIR METAL KEYS FROM JAMMING TOGETHER WHEN THE TYPIST TYPED FAST.
IT'S A WONDER YOU DON'T GET MORE DATES.

HEY, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOUR FRIEND?
Oh, heem? He choking.
ACK!
AREN'T YOU GONNA HELP?
Oh, no... Death of fellow predator mean less competition for prey.
THUD
YOU GUYS ARE COLD.
Hey, look. Me got footstool.

WHERE'S ALL THE TOFU I BOUGHT, MOM?
WHAT IS MOM?
OH, SON, I WAS HOPING TO WAIT AND TELL YOU THIS WHEN YOU WERE OLDER
WHAT IS IT? AM I ADOPTED? ARE YOU AND DAD SPLITTING UP?
WORSE, SON. YOUR FATHER BELIEVES IN THE TOFU COW
THE WHAT?
SON, YOUR FATHER BELIEVES THAT TOFU IS A MEAT THAT COMES FROM THE MIGHTY TOFU COW. IF YOU PUT TOFU OUT, HE WILL SCULPT IT INTO A TOFU COW, PUT IT OUTSIDE AND CONVINCE HIMSELF IT'S REAL.
WHY, MOTHER? WHY?
BECAUSE HE THINKS IF HE BELIEVES IN THE TOFU BEING FUN, AND WHEN HE CATCHES IT, HE FEELS PROUD.
CATCHES IT...? MOTHER, TELL ME MY DAD DOESN'T HUNT-
WOE TO DA TOFU COW!!
NO NO NO NO NO
DON'T LOOK, SON...DON'T LOOK.

SO WHY'D YOUR CREATOR QUIT?
WELL, HE SAYS IN THE PRESS RELEASE, "I WANT TO PURSUE OTHER INTERESTS AND EXPLORE OTHER MEDIA PLATFORMS."
"BLAH BLAH BLAH I WANT TO PLAY MORE VIDEO GAMES."
HE'S NOT EVEN HIDING IT!