1: I think I've got him.
2: He looks Rabid.
1: What? No he's just wiry.
2: Well you better get him into that cage before he bites you.
1: Okay... (struggles and gets bitten on the arm)
2: Now you're in trouble. 1: Um I'll be fine lets just cart him off.
(They begin to walk away into the the darkness and the shadow of 1 begins to squirm and shake)
Lights down.
January 4, 2007 12:56 PM
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