Fred O'Hare:
Now, you realize, you can't talk.
E.B.:
No, I can.
Fred O'Hare:
No, what I mean is, you shouldn't talk.
E.B.:
What? Like, ever?
Fred O'Hare:
Yeah, ever will be wonderful. But from now on, especially not in front of other people. They might freak out and want to dissect the brain.
Fred O'Hare:
Dissect? That's a bit extreme. There's an easy explanation as to why I can talk. It's a simple combination of cuteness and magic.
Waitress:
Okay. Here we go. One BLT.
[puts plate of BLT down in front of Fred]
Waitress:
And one order of carrot cake a la mode, topped with quote, whatever candy you have laying around back there. Unquote.
Fred O'Hare:
Excuse me. Is that a cough drop.
Waitress:
Yeah. It's cherry. It counts.
E.B.:
It's a peculiar garnish. Can I get some chocolate syrup?
Waitress:
Sure, doll.
E.B.:
Thank's, love. Oh. It seems my brain is still intact, Fred.
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