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Judy:
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:::in a deep voice that only Punch can hear::: This is ridiculous. They expect us to interview a dog???
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Punch:
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:::shoulders slumped and a slight frown::: 'Fraid so, Yudi. We do what they tell us--don't we.
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Judy:
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Fine, fine, where the hell is the little mutt?
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Punch:
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Yudi! Be nice.
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Judy:
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:::in her bright and cheery stage voice::: Oh, I'm so sorry. I apologize. Where is that little darling? Hmmm???
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Punch:
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:::rolls eyes:::
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:::Ein waddles onto set and looks from Judy to Punch and back again, he then sits:::
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Puch:
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:::squats down to Ein's level::: So, Ein, what exactly did you do on board the Bebop?
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Ein:
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Woof, woof!
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Judy:
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:::whispers::: I told you this was ridiculous, and embarrassing.
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Punch:
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:::speaks only to Judy, in his voice::: Judy, just ask your question.
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Judy:
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Okay! Okay! I'll ask my question. :::folds arms and pouts for a second or two::: What did you think of your co-workers? Any juicy gossip?
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Ein:
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Woof, woof, woof-woof.
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Judy:
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:::looks at teleprompter::: That's the next question!?! I think we should end this now! HE--IS--A--DOG!!! All he's saying is 'woof!' How is this an interview! This is making me look like a total loon!
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Punch:
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:::mumbles::: Your screaching isn't hurting that much.
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Judy:
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:::grits teeth::: What was that!?!
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Punch:
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:::chuckles nervously and grins a smile which could split his face::: Eheheh. Why don't we go on to the next interview.
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