[Transcript] - Norm stands at attention and says to Rudy, "We were wondering what you were going to do about your injuries."
"Led'm heal, why?"
"Well, that's great and everything, but you're not healing up, you know."
"Wudduya mean?"
Dorma replies, "Let's just say they're growing inside you. You smell like death. If you let it grow it will get you in less than three days."
"An infection. Like Izzy said. So okay. Why are you tellin me?"
"Figured you'd want to know."
"Why da ya care?"
"Because you're interesting to us."
Norm adds, "Ah. You're interesting to her. I still think you're stupid as hell. But hey, if you don't happen to care, you might consider letting us have that fibrous muscle mass that you soon won't have any use for. It's all well and good to me."
"So ya decided ya wanna warn me because ya like me or somedin like dat."
Norm replies, "You're a real swift one, arncha?"
"I don think da two of you are for real."
"Brain stem city."
"If I keep talkin ta things like you dey'll start givin me shock treadment. If you were for real, I wouldn't be talkin to ya, because it's not possible. I think you're figmits."
Dorma replies, "Fine. Whatever. We're figmits. Let our altruistic concern fall on deaf ears, because we're figmits. In three days you'll be dead, and we'll still be here, figmitting ourselves gleefully in your absence." |
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