Baa baa - baastard!

- Don't look back little lamb. Don't move a muscle. Behind you. Do NOT look back. It's Mick Doyle. He is sharpening his meat cleaver and he has a very worrying glint in his eye.
- Baa baa - but he put some coins in the collection box earlier
- That was the down payment on your arse, woolly little fool. He's got an agreement with the Dublin S.P.C.A. He doesn't like lambs, trust me. Or not in the way you'd like him to like lamb. He won't be handing out treats, or brushing your soft curls. He sees you as raw material. Believe me, get out of here, while you can. Save your chops little lamb...
- Baa baa - baastard! Thanks Sheep Dog. I owe you. Big time.

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