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Try the frozen section.
Why would it...?
Oh, this is a living, unfrozen Mastodon you're talking about?
*He chuckles*
I thought you were... oh, never mind.
*Thinks, rubbing his chin*
I've got a pallet of rhinoceros kibble we've had trouble selling. It's in the back.
We can try. Kate Walker says they eat grass they find under the snow, but we've got no snow, so this might tide them over.
I've got a crazy idea.
*Steps over to a large crate under a dusty tarp*
Even I didn't know where this came from or what to use it for, but I guess the universe provides in the long run, don't it?
*He lifts a corner of the cover and flips it away in a cloud of dust revealing the front of the container and the printed description of the contents*
'Acme Deluxe High-Capacity Snow-Making Machine - instructions included'
*Thumbing through the instruction manual*
It looks like that would depend on what you put into the hopper.
Ooooooh!
So we'll have a beach party.
Pries up the lid of the crate. Admires the sleek, if dusty, lines of the machine.
I'm sure The Voice of ARB will help me set this beauty up.
The pastry bearclaw. Grow up.
Would you object to eating a penis cake?
More cake for me then.
Bring a large hamper of The House at Pooh Corner Thanksgiving food to their friends here.
*Considers this*
Well, we have matches, which can be found at the register. There are some other things for that in our sparse camping supplies on aisle fourteen, or maybe you could look in our back-yard bar-b-que section, aisle twelve.
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