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I'd rather go with.
[chomping]
[dramatic music]
[rapid heartbeat]
My friendship with Porky
is over.
What?
He ate my French fries!
What French fries?
The ones that came
with my sandwich!
He probably thought
they were for the table.
They were not for the table.
They were my fries.
They came with my sandwich.
You want fries? Order fries.
But you do not take
someone else's fries.
That is a garbage move!
Porky is a piece of garbage.
Don't you think you're being
a little dramatic?
I am not being dramatic!
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I'm going to walk myself home.
That's right, walk home through
this unsavory neighborhood
where I'll surely be sat upon
by ruffians and miscreants
street hustlers
and road monkeys.
None of whom, by the by
come close to being
the kind of garbage
that is Porky Pig.
Now good day, sir.