Breaking down Methodism...

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Zune? ZUNE! Are you hurt? Or is it just a flesh wound?

Quick! Give me your cell before your crazy cat has time to reload!

Maybe there’s time to call 9-1-1!

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OPERATOR: 9-1-1, what is the state of your emergency?

SPOCKRATES: My friend has been shot!

ZUNE: I told you I shouldn’t let the cat outta the bag, but noooo!

OPER: Is she still breathing?

ZUNE: Yes, I’m still breathing! Ohhh! That hurts! I’m going to send that @#%$ cat to the pound!

SPOCK: Just lie still, Zune. Help will be here soon.

OPER: Who shot her, sir?

SPOCK: The cat.

OPER: Do you have a name?

SPOCK: Name? I donno! Zune, what do you call your kitty?

ZUNE: DEAD!

OPER: Help is on the way, sir. Is Dead still in the house?

SPOCK: What?

OPER: The perpetrator–the crazy cat with the gun. Is it still there?

SPOCK: Ah, I’m not sure. No, wait! N-N-Nice kitty! Put the gun down and no one will get hurt, OK?

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

SPOCK AND ZUNE: (Scream.)

OPER: Sir? Sir, are you OK? Sir?
 
OPERATOR: 9-1-1, what is the state of your emergency?

SPOCKRATES: My friend has been shot!

ZUNE: I told you I shouldn’t let the cat outta the bag, but noooo!

OPER: Is she still breathing?

ZUNE: Yes, I’m still breathing! Ohhh! That hurts! I’m going to send that @#%$ cat to the pound!

SPOCK: Just lie still, Zune. Help will be here soon.

OPER: Who shot her, sir?

SPOCK: The cat.

OPER: Do you have a name?

SPOCK: Name? I donno! Zune, what do you call your kitty?

ZUNE: DEAD!

OPER: Help is on the way, sir. Is Dead still in the house?

SPOCK: What?

OPER: The perpetrator–the crazy cat with the gun. Is it still there?

SPOCK: Ah, I’m not sure. No, wait! N-N-Nice kitty! Put the gun down and no one will get hurt, OK?

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

SPOCK AND ZUNE: (Scream.)

OPER: Sir? Sir, are you OK? Sir?
…(the room fills with silence)…
 
SPOCKRATES: Oh, nice!

ZUNDRA: Are you shot?

SPOCK: No, but your cat shot my dog!

CAT: Meeeeow!

SPOCK: Yeah, laugh it up, fur ball! (Takes the automatic rifle from Zundrah’s cat.) Gimme that!

OPERATOR: Sir?

SPOCK: Yeah, 9-1-1 operator, we’re not dead yet. (Sound of police and emergency vehicle sirens outside.) And the police and rescue are here.

OPER: OK, sir, I’ll stay on the line until the perpetrator is apprehended.

SPOCK: You OK, Zune?

ZUN: I’ll live, but the cat is going back in the bag.

SPOCK: Right, and it can stay there!
 
SPOCKRATES: Oh, nice!

ZUNDRA: Are you shot?

SPOCK: No, but your cat shot my dog!

CAT: Meeeeow!

SPOCK: Yeah, laugh it up, fur ball! (Takes the automatic rifle from Zundrah’s cat.) Gimme that!

OPERATOR: Sir?

SPOCK: Yeah, 9-1-1 operator, we’re not dead yet. (Sound of police and emergency vehicle sirens outside.) And the police and rescue are here.

OPER: OK, sir, I’ll stay on the line until the perpetrator is apprehended.

SPOCK: You OK, Zune?

ZUN: I’ll live, but the cat is going back in the bag.

SPOCK: Right, and it can stay there!
Now you see what happens when you force me to let my cat out of her bag!? …I did warn you… now… (argh)… my last words… please spockrates, i beg you… get a priest to say my final rights! …before… it is… too late…
 
Now you see what happens when you force me to let my cat out of her bag!? …I did warn you… now… (argh)… my last words… please spockrates, i beg you… get a priest to say my final rights! …before… it is… too late…
Don’t be such a drama queen, Zune; it’s virtually a flesh wound!

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Don’t be such a drama queen, Zune; it’s virtually a flesh wound!

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Tis not a flesh wound! I can feel the bood pulsing out of me! I can feel the cold lead of the bullet draining away every last drop of my lifes essence! Slowly but surely I am slipping into deeper darkness! …arhh…argh…Arghghg! Wait! It’s not the bullet! It is the teeth of your crazed dog! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! :eek:
 
Tis not a flesh wound! I can feel the bood pulsing out of me! I can feel the cold lead of the bullet draining away every last drop of my lifes essence! Slowly but surely I am slipping into deeper darkness! …arhh…argh…Arghghg! Wait! It’s not the bullet! It is the teeth of your crazed dog! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! :eek:
Get your foot off his bullet wound and maybe he’ll let go of your ankle!

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