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There is a startled snorting from below. The stump shudders. Yank appears, wild-eyed. yank: Bomb, bomb! Where? Where? fabian: Here, in this box clearly marked BOMB. Quickly, before it goes off, we must smother it. yank: But how? How? fabian: With peanut butter, of course. That's the only way to smother a bomb, with peanut butter, lots of peanut butter. (He pauses, sidles closer.) You, uh, don't happen to have any peanut butter around, do you? yank: (Waking up now, suspicious.) Yes, I think I might have a bit tucked away in the pantry. fabian: Then get it, quickly, all you have! Hurry, there's no time to think it over, Bear! |
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