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Are we pigs or what?
We don't want to offend him.
Bless you, Sharon.
What?
The kid's just gotten a little attached.
That's no ghost, it's the real thing.
Gus, what are you doing up?
Wait, let's make a pact not to finish him tonight, because he's going to make some mighty great sandwiches.
Look, they've come back for us.
Come on up.
Oh, he's trying to make contact with me.
Oh.
I guess they're more nuts than I thought.
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?
I know that that could cause permanent damage.
You're an angel.
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.
All right, boys, no more games.
Come on, Spewy.
He must have regenerated from his own leftovers in an accelerated cloning process.
Now he melts in my mouth.
Would you like to go home?
Well, sorry, kid, but I had no choice.
Come on, Spewy.
Go ahead and give him a kiss.
Oh, this is it.
He's a little under the weather.
Oh, look how happy that made him, Gus.
Kid, I'm all for a suitable period of grieving, but enough is enough.
Get away from that!