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<flash forward>
Lefty: Hugo? I don't think it was the party that's making me feel like this...
Hugo: Wharfff mrrff yff thifff thaff?
Lefty: You've, um, got some, um squirrel fur... in your mouth...?
Hugo: *spitting* You really know how to sober a sock up fast!
Lefty: I feel a bit... unravelled. Well, more so than normal after a party.
Hugo: *squinting* You've got... a small hole... like a claw has been in you! Surely not the cats?
Lefty: *looking thoughtful* Hugo... I remember a *poit* and a grey bushy tail. And I've just realised - we're not alone here - wherever here is!
Hugo: ...
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