A: And We're Toast

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Buffalo3: Oh, oh, I know! We'll gore 'em first, then stomp on 'em!
Buffalo: I kinda like mashin 'em inter th' ground with my forehead— makin' hyena butter, I calls it!

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Buffalo2: Look, there's enough to go around— you gore 'em, you mash 'em, I'll stomp 'em, then we'll switch an'—

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Buffalo: Hey, where'd they go—?!

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B: Down The Rabbit Hole

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Sandy: Whew! That was close!
Fred: Yes— we probably have the Black Watch to thank for that— I imagine those sacks they were carrying were fully of buffalo meat... They've probably stirred up the whole Cape Nation against us hyenas... They're not a tributary of the Duchess— hunting them is tantamount to an act of war! And, might I add, not terribly bright—!