Mrs. Foote:
Morning, Rudy. Lucretia won't touch those shredded beef wafers, so we'll have to go back to veal.
[Rudy leans on some fish tanks uneasily]
Mrs. Foote:
[as the tanks tumble from Rudy's weight]
What's wrong?
[Rudy collapses onto the tanks as they break; Mrs. Foote screams]
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