No Ferrets, No Lemmings
Wait, then, who’s training Kenny? Nobody.
The year is 2132
Guy: Frisket! Where are all of my ferrets?
Frisket: Same place as Death’s lemmings. Far away from your bickering.
Frisket: In fact, I’m with them.
Guy: Wait, then… who’s operating the factory?
Hobbes: Kenny.
[[ EXPLOSION SOUND! ]]
Kenny: ouch.
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