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knox: i need action-packed adventure. hey, lets go to the_cookware_and_appliance_theatre!
hank: you bet!
knox: but wait...darn, 8 o'clock, umm, we probably shouldn't just walk right in the middle of the performance.
hank: yeah, lets!
knox: no, okay, but it's so much better in its entirety.
hank: c'mon lets go!
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teflon pan: i am slick, remember, but remorseful. you cannot have me, you will not play games with my life. i've exhausted all of my fortunes for this one chance, this final shot and as long as mr. coffee comes through, you probably won't ever see me again.
dirty tongs sighs.
rusty spatula grunts.
wok: silence!
the toastmaster returns. its panels are darkened with soot, cord frayed. it stumbles into the kitchen.
the toastmaster: they did me in. (coughs) short...circuit...go...to...the pier.
the toastmaster dies.
set of silver forks (in unison): nooo!
teflon pan: it just can't be. it can't be.
antique stove (screams): why?!
wok: silence! i want answers! (starts sobbing)
end scene 3
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knox: well, that was shit. no idea what the fuck i just saw. let's go, i gotta salvage a buick.
hank: okay chip, but i have to pee first.
exit knox and hank
ticket checker: not so fast!
knox: excuse me?
ticket checker: hey guys, want some broccoli-for-two? you will not darken my eyelids with this acceptance. the cost is nothing. although if you refuse or even complain i will fish for your adrenal glands with my artificial hand. deal?
knox: i don't know what to say. i take your broccoli, i keep my adrenal glands, right?
hank: let's do it!
knox: alright then.
ticket checker: you've made a great choice. so, here's the broccoli. i hope the rest of your evening turns out fantastic.
knox: i think it will.
hank: probably. we have broccoli now.
knox: and i still have my adrenal glands!
hank: ha ha!
ticket checker: hey ho!
knox: ha!
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