Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for February 17, 2009
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February 18, 2009
Transcript:
Orlando: I'm not the Devil, Poncho. I'm just a filthy-rich dog who craves understanding. Now sell me that plank of wood. Poncho: Never! This is the plank of wood we were born under and it grounds me to-- Orlando: Grounds me to my roots, yeah yeah. Y'know, I could just have one of my bodyguards take it from you. Poncho: I can't believe it! I thought you felt a brotherly bond with me, but it turns out you're just a conniving trickster! Orlando: C'mon, we come from the same genes. You can't be that surprised. Poncho: I'm still surprised!
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