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Lyle (sorry, Death) confronts Sparky
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| Hey Sparky. Why's Max so sad lately? | |
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| Uh, I dunno. He's probably still pissed about me eating his squirrel. | |
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| You ate his damned squirrel...again? | |
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| Well, I thought Max's room was an odd place to leave a perfectly good egg lying around... | |
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| Um, that wasn't a egg, it was an excercise ball. People put pet rodents in those for excercise. | |
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| Oh, that would explain why it was unusually hard to crack. | |
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