Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for August 24, 2007
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Transcript:
Poncho: It's getting dark. Fish: Yeah. Poncho: We're lost, alone, and hungry. Who knows how long we'll be out here. Fish: Yeah. Poncho: If I die first, you have my permission to eat me. Fish: You're just saying that because you want me to say it.
