You filthy hosers
(Fade in: Dave Thomas is on the monitor)
Dave Thomas: Alright, I'll do it. Do I get a gun?
Zorak: Yeah, but use your own piece. I can't be connected in, uh, any way.
(Space Ghost invisos in to his desk)
Dave Thomas: (clears his throat, alerting Zorak to SG's arrival)
Zorak: Yeah, Dave, uh, that, uh...
Dave Thomas: Um...
Zorak: ... fair was, uh... fun.
Dave Thomas: Yeah.
Zorak: Yeah.
Space Ghost: You weren't in any fair!
Zorak: (laughs)
Space Ghost: I heard you tellin' Dave to shoot me in the brain with a laser, out behind the dumpster.
Dave Thomas: Ah...
Zorak: Aw, c'mon, that doesn't sound like me.
Space Ghost: That makes me sad.
Zorak: I never said that!
Space Ghost: Yeah, you did.
Zorak: We're buds!
Space Ghost: Well, I heard it.
Zorak: I never said that, and I would never say that.
Space Ghost: Dave heard it, didn't you, Dave?
Dave Thomas: (nods slowly)
