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| - The Butcher: In 45 seconds, my Steak Bomb will turn the whole city beefified! WordGirl: But what about the vegetarians? The Butcher: Oh, I LOVE that group! What’s that song they sing again? (humming) mm mm, mm mm mm... WordGirl: No, vegetarians are people who don’t eat meat. The Butcher: (coughs and grabs his chest) WHAT?! That’s disgusting! WordGirl: (in an authoritative voice) Turn that bomb off right now! The Butcher: Never! WordGirl: Listen Butcher, we can do this the easy way or the hard way! The Butcher: (looks around for a few seconds) Oh, you want me to choose. WordGirl: Yeah.
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| - The Butcher: In 45 seconds, my Steak Bomb will turn the whole city beefified! WordGirl: But what about the vegetarians? The Butcher: Oh, I LOVE that group! What’s that song they sing again? (humming) mm mm, mm mm mm... WordGirl: No, vegetarians are people who don’t eat meat. The Butcher: (coughs and grabs his chest) WHAT?! That’s disgusting! WordGirl: (in an authoritative voice) Turn that bomb off right now! The Butcher: Never! WordGirl: Listen Butcher, we can do this the easy way or the hard way! The Butcher: (looks around for a few seconds) Oh, you want me to choose. WordGirl: Yeah. The Butcher: Oh-- well, I… I guess the easy way! WordGirl: (surprised) Oh! Okay, well uh… could you turn the switch off? You’re closer. The Butcher: Yeah, Okay! (He reaches over to press the timer) WordGirl: Thanks! The Butcher: Wait a second! You’re not gonna trick me that easy--- The Butcher: Whoa, whoa--hey, stop! Ow! (The crows start to attack him, grabbing the meat he is wearing. He tries to shoo them away, and eventually he loses his balance and falls off the beam. After a second, there is a thud as he hits the ground) The Butcher: (groaning) Ooh! I’m all right! The Butcher: (still groaning) Ooooh, boy!
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