Franklin Bean:
Any fox problems?
Walter Boggis:
Are you joking?
Nathan Bunce:
It's horrible!
Walter Boggis:
We're miserable!
Nathan Bunce:
He's laughing at us!
Walter Boggis:
It's humiliating!
Nathan Bunce:
We're furious!
Walter Boggis:
I don't even want to talk about it.
Franklin Bean:
[drinks a glass of cider]
Perhaps we ought to kill him.
Walter Boggis:
Well, that seems rather obvious.
Nathan Bunce:
He's too sneaky!
Franklin Bean:
Ah, yes. He's very clever, isn't he? Might be a bit difficult, I suppose.
[shoots every light around in one fluid movement]
Franklin Bean:
But I already figured out where this fox lives. So tomorrow night, we'll camp in the bushes, wait for him to come out of the hole in the tree, and shoot the cuss to smithereens. How does that grab you, fellas?
Walter Boggis:
Yeah, don't see why not.
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