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Gordon:Mr Blik! You're going to spoil my pick cabbage.

Blik:Like I care about your pickled-

[Gordon and Waffle looked up and gasped in shock.]

Blik:What?

[For a moment, they started to snicker.]

Both:HAHAHAHAHAA!!

Blik:Gordon, your stupid picke juice has turned me green! My beautiful fur! Hovis! Hovis, I need you to hose me down.

Hovis:Of course you do.

Blik:I think you got it. How do I-Are you quite done? Now how do I look.

Gordon:Well like a wee leperchaun.

Waffle:Or a pickle. Mr. Pickle!

Gorodn:Aye! Mr Pickle.

Blik:

Gordon:And so i decided from this day on i will be riding the rails with the hobos into oblivion. My greenness and i bid farewell sighned Mr Pickles.

Waffle:Gordon, Mr. Blik... Mr. Blik is gone?

Gordon:Aye. he is laddie. He is.

[For a moment they cheered]

Both:WOOHOO! He's gone!

Both:Blik! Blik!

Blik:

Gorodn:Because it's us! Waffle and Gordon!

Waffle:And Waffle.

Blik:How did you find me?

Gordon:

Waffle:

Blik:

Gordon:

Blik:I'm not Blik!

Waffle:

Gordon:

Waffle:

Blik:

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