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Mr. Beaver 1: Hello, my
name is Mr. Beaver.
Mr. Beaver 2: What a coincidence. My name is also Mr. Beaver. MB1: We should start a band. We could call ourselves Mr. Beaver and Mr. Beaver. MB2: Why does your name get to go first? MB1: Probably because I have a stronger tail. MB2: You don’t even have a tail. MB1: My tail was so strong that it broke free from my body to start its own demolishing business in Kansas. MB2: Why Kansas? MB1: I don’t know. He never talked to me much about his dreams. I think part of him was guilty about wanting to move so far away. MB2: Wait a second. I thought you sold your tail to a walrus a few weeks ago. MB1: No, that walrus was just a metaphor for Kansas. MB2: How does a walrus represent Kansas? MB1: Think about it this way. Walrus. Wall. House. City. City Slickers. Billy Crystal. Crystal ball. Lucille Ball. Hilarious. Hill. And there are a lot of hills in Kansas. MB2: No there aren’t. MB1: Well, I distracted you long enough to steal your teeth, didn’t I? MB2: That’s true. MB1: Don’t you mean that’s the tooth? MB2: No. MB1: Oh. MB2: So. Shall we go? MB1: Toe. MB2: Why did you say toe? MB1: You know, to keep things rhyming. MB2: But it didn’t make any sense. MB1: Let’s go climb a fence. MB2: You’re good at that. MB1: Something something rat. MB2: I spoke too soon. MB1: You’re an oil tycoon. MB2: How did you know that? MB1: No matter how many times you swim in the water, you can’t wash the stench of dirty money off you. I know what you did to obtain your fortune. I was there. MB2: Watch out for the bear! MB1: Now you’re getting it. |
  
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