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Kid, I'm all for a suitable period of grieving, but enough is enough.
Come on, Spewy.
Oh, look how happy that made him, Gus.
He's a little under the weather.
What?
Get away from that!
Go ahead and give him a kiss.
We're being chased by very, very, very bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad men that want to do very, very bad, bad, bad, bad things to us.
See, I couldn't see letting perfectly good meat go to waste, what, with road kills down and all?
Gus, what are you doing up?
Come on, Spewy.
I know that that could cause permanent damage.
Wait, let's make a pact not to finish him tonight, because he's going to make some mighty great sandwiches.
Are we pigs or what?
I guess they're more nuts than I thought.
You're an angel.
Bless you, Sharon.
That's no ghost, it's the real thing.
Well, sorry, kid, but I had no choice.
Now he melts in my mouth.
The kid's just gotten a little attached.
My only concern, and please don't take this the wrong way, because you know I do simply adore you, is that while I'm out, you'll sell Spewy to the government like a common two-bit weasel bastard.
Oh.
All right, boys, no more games.
He must have regenerated from his own leftovers in an accelerated cloning process.
Come on up.
We don't want to offend him.
Oh, this is it.
Would you like to go home?
Oh, he's trying to make contact with me.
Look, they've come back for us.