The Rabid Badger

Back at the restaurant…

What will you name your new cat, Angry Chef?

I don’t know, Mallory. He’s got guts. How about I call ‘em Guts?

Yeah, Guts. I like the sound of that. You want some rye, Guts?

Ohhh, look at him drink! ‘is legs are already wobbly.

Check out that grouchy, drunken swagger. He reminds me of my old man!

‘ee’s going into zee dining room. I’ll go get ‘im.

Hello! I need another beer over here! I’m jonesing for some suds!

Do I have to get it mysel- what the? BADGER! RABID BAGER!

WATCH OUT, MALLORY! RABID BADGER! I’M GONNA SMASH IT WITH A CHAIR!

Carl stop!

I got the son of a bitch! I hit him right in the head!

Carl, zat isn’t a badger! Zat’s Angry Chef’s cat!

That disgusting thing is a cat?

Guts! What happened?

Carl hit ‘im with a chair and… hold on… ‘ee’s moving!

‘Ee got up. I zink ‘ee’s okay!

The crusty bastard is alive! He’s just shaking it off and walking towards Carl!

AUGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Guts is attacking Carl!

Mmm… I told you, cat’s can take care of zemselves!

Epilogue

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