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: 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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