Hilda:
The grass looks a funny color.
Jim:
Yes. I'll pop down to Mr. Sponge's tomorrow and get some bone meal and dried blood.
Hilda:
He may be closed due to the bomb dear.
Jim:
What, old Sponge? Heh heh. Miss a day's trade? Oh not him. He'd rather die.
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