The vet has shot you with three tranquilizers.
You're mad at a puppet.
Your friend is behind the puppet.
Your friend needs his tooth taken out by the vet.
You've got a broken nose.
You can't get the rag off your face.
You're sniffing model glue and you can't stop it.
Your best friend has a rum and coke.
He's telling you to calm down.
You've got a gun.
The vet won't take the tooth out if you shoot.
Whaddya gonna do???
... I am about to find out....
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