ALF:
[slowly enters kitchen]
The Great Orange hunter stalks his prey.
[opens fridge]
ALF:
Ah, he sees it. The illusive loin of Pork the most prized catch in the refridgidary jungle. What's this?
[picks a note off the food and reads it]
ALF:
"ALF don't eat this" Why would I eat this?
[throws away the note]
ALF:
Ever so deftly the great orange hunter maneuvers his weapon. He strikes.
[as he does this an earthquake starts]
ALF:
Whoa. Has the hunter angered the gods? Okay, I won't eat pork.
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