I was like, walking along one day, minding me own business, and wunderin' if I had any business to mind, and I like, stopped in to Mr. Gattis for a bite, and there was this, like, medical show on this giant screen, right before me as I ate me spaghetti. I felt like a bloody surgeon lookin' down at a soldier. There was no supper there before me, I thought, and like, as I was leavin' the fella looks at me wierd and I says "yeah thanks fu noothin'. You shouldn't be showin' sooch programs in 'eahre where we folks're tryin to eat. It's malpractice."

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I used to keep an open mind, but me memories of me old dog ran away