[Bolt's stomach growls]
Bolt:
Ah! What is that?
Mittens:
What?
Bolt:
[stomach growls again]
That! Okay, you have two seconds to tell me what you've implanted in me, cat! Poison? A parasite? Poison? Wait, I just said that, didn't I? See, I'm all discombobulated! I can't think straight!
Mittens:
[in disgust]
Oh, I don't believe this. You're hungry!
[Bolt's stomach growls a third time]
Bolt:
[jumps on Mittens]
Where is the antidote?
Mittens:
Okay, okay! Alright!
[Mittens shows Bolt a trailer park]
Mittens:
There's your antidote: food.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 12:05