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| - TOM: More fish flakes, sweet friend? [lights dim, Servo sings] Oh, Tibby, my Tibby/My heart is a mess/I don't have a protective shell/Over my chest. So people can HURT me/With the cruel things they dooo/Yet somehow, sweet Tibby/I know you hurt, too. Oh, Tibby, my Tibby/Reality's hard/So Tibby/Let's play in the yaaaaaaard! Oooooooh, Tibby Oh, Tibby!/[Crow enters]He runs like the wind/A couple of inches--aha!--/And then back again! Oooh-doh-doooh. CROW: Uh, may I take a verse? TOM: Oooo-doo-doooo. Well, if you feel it, Crow. CROW: Oh, I--do. Ahem! TOM: Well, Crow. Then by all means. Join me, won't you?
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| - TOM: More fish flakes, sweet friend? [lights dim, Servo sings] Oh, Tibby, my Tibby/My heart is a mess/I don't have a protective shell/Over my chest. So people can HURT me/With the cruel things they dooo/Yet somehow, sweet Tibby/I know you hurt, too. Oh, Tibby, my Tibby/Reality's hard/So Tibby/Let's play in the yaaaaaaard! Oooooooh, Tibby Oh, Tibby!/[Crow enters]He runs like the wind/A couple of inches--aha!--/And then back again! Oooh-doh-doooh. CROW: Uh, may I take a verse? TOM: Oooo-doo-doooo. Well, if you feel it, Crow. CROW: Oh, I--do. Ahem! TOM: Well, Crow. Then by all means. Join me, won't you? CROW (severely off key and tempo): 5, 6, 7, 8. Tippyyyy--! TOM: It's TIBBY! TIBBY! CROW: Oh, sorry. Sorry. Sorry. I love you my fine lit-tle fellaaa! Even though you gave the whole fam-i-ly salmonellaaa! [lights rise, music stops, Joel enters] TOM: No! No! It's not their fault! CROW: [laughs] TOM: It isn't their fault! Crow, you take everything good and--! You rip my heart out!!! [sobs] CROW: Geez, I'm--I'm sorry. JOEL: C'mon, Crow, let'm finish his song. CROW: Oh, okay. JOEL: Go ahead, Tom. CROW: It's just a stupid ol' turtle. JOEL: Go ahead, Tom. [Servo stops crying, lights dim, spotlight on Tibby] TOM: Thank you, Cambot. [music begins] Tibby, my Tibby/Your blood may be cold/But I know that your heart/Burns as hot as a coal! It burns with the love/Only turtles can feel/Tibby--/Is our love real? My Tibby, I'll never let the dog nose around your bowl, but you know that don't you? I can see it in your beady, little eyes! If you high-center on your rock, Tibby, I'll be there to help you down! The toilet's not your fate, friend!/You'll always run freeeeeee/Tibby--/Long as you have meeeeeeeeeeee! [music ends] CROW: D'you realize a robot, just sang a love song, to a turtle? JOEL: That was really good, Tom. TOM: [sob] Thank you. JOEL: We got Commercial Sign.
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