Goat: I've told you before, and now I have to say it again. I am NOT a cute animal. We goats have a long and distinguished history as thinking ungulates, and for a certain portion of your audience, I will be an avatar of Evil Incarntate. Cute animal! Humph!
Mac: Well, I guess that would explain the wardrobe change to a tasteful selection of monk's robes. They're really doin' a number on my love life! I really think I need to have another meeting with the producers about my concerns.
Producer: Um, Mac, what's that goat carrying in his mouth?
Mac: A sealed canister of dihydrogen oxide and organic acid.
Producer: Is that something that, you know, explodes?
Mac:(shrugs) Under the right conditions, yeah, it might. Now, about these clothes . . .
Producer:(voice echoing hollowly from underneath desk) Whatever you like, Mac! Anything! Flowered shirts? T-shirts? No shirt at all? Baggy jeans? We'll tell wardrobe nix on the robes . . .
(Mac and the goat saunter out. Mac sheds the robe and exchanges it for the can in the goat's mouth. The goat begins to eat the robe. Mac pops open the can of lemonade and takes a long swallow.)
Goat: You are such a fibber.
Mac:(injured look) I am not!! Gimme a vacuum chamber and a microwave transmitter, and I could get it to explode!
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Mac: Well, I guess that would explain the wardrobe change to a tasteful selection of monk's robes. They're really doin' a number on my love life! I really think I need to have another meeting with the producers about my concerns.
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Mac: A sealed canister of dihydrogen oxide and organic acid.
Producer: Is that something that, you know, explodes?
Mac: (shrugs) Under the right conditions, yeah, it might. Now, about these clothes . . .
Producer: (voice echoing hollowly from underneath desk) Whatever you like, Mac! Anything! Flowered shirts? T-shirts? No shirt at all? Baggy jeans? We'll tell wardrobe nix on the robes . . .
(Mac and the goat saunter out. Mac sheds the robe and exchanges it for the can in the goat's mouth. The goat begins to eat the robe. Mac pops open the can of lemonade and takes a long swallow.)
Goat: You are such a fibber.
Mac: (injured look) I am not!! Gimme a vacuum chamber and a microwave transmitter, and I could get it to explode!
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Got my goat
Baaaaaaad.
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