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Well hello there, Weasel. What are you up to this fine, clear
afternoon? Well? Ah, I see, the strong silent type. It's creatures like
you that we're supposed to worry about, you know. Yup, the quiet ones.
Like you, with shifty eyes and unknown intentions. You look hungry,
Weasel. Maybe it's time we went our own ways and had lunch. Oh, do you
want to go this way? Alright then, I'll just head over here. Excuse me.
Oh, it's you again, Weasel. Did you change your mind? Very well then,
proceed and I will head this way and leave you in peace. Pardon me.
Weasel? Again? Now, I don't mean to be rude, but you really should make
up your mind. Oh, I think I see. Well, now; this is not really the lunch
I had in mind. It's true, you really should worry about the quiet ones.
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