WALNUT: LisaSharpputdowndatgunrightnaow!!!! LISA SHARP: What! I just holdin' it. WALNUT: Put it all da way down 'fore I get so explodey I start yellin' darn poop bootybutt stinky doodoo peepee cussin' cussy heck! LISA SHARP: OK OK. I puttin' it down WHOOP-- ACCIDENTAL BLAMM-o. LISA SHARP: ...SO? They MY guns. WALNUT: No they ain't! LISA SHARP: Yes they is. WALNUT: Nuh uh! LISA SHARP: Uh huh. WALNUT: Nuh uh! LISA SHARP: Uh huh. WALNUT: Nuh uh! CoWi is escorted offscreen. COWI: I'm ba~~~~~~~~~~~ck. LISA SHARP: UH. HUH! LISA SHARP: They was waitin' for me right there in the corner. WALNUT: They wasn't waitin' for you did dey tells you dat? Bad guns lyin's threebads you bad lil' guns. LISA SHARP: Guns can't talk ya dumb FOOL. It was the sun what told me. WALNUT: Now you lyin' 'cause the sun only speak Finglish.

Sharp snatches Minihead right out of Walnut's hands.

She positions him in front of the bleached morning sun.

LISA SHARP: He told me.

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