Fred O'Hare:
Say something. Talk again.
E.B.:
I'm E.B. And you are?
Fred O'Hare:
I'm F-Fred.
E.B.:
Well, F-Fred, I am so hungry. Have you got anything in the old snack department?
[Fred grabs turkey jerky and hands it to E.B]
Fred O'Hare:
Okay. Here you go.
E.B.:
Oh! Oh! That's...
[spits jerky out of his mouth in disgust]
E.B.:
What is this?
Fred O'Hare:
What? It's Turkey Jerky.
E.B.:
First, you hit me with your car and then you try and poison me with a meat stick. Why do you hate me?
Fred O'Hare:
Okay. Is there something you'd rather eat, you weird little thing?
E.B.:
Well...
[he pulls his ears up and fluffs his tail]
Fred O'Hare:
Carrots!
E.B.:
He's a genius
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