Art was in the dining room eating his toast and complaining that there wasn't any butter on it, because he couldn't see the butter. It had melted. He was being a little pest saying, "Butter! Nooooooooo! BUTTER!" Ben walks into the kitchen and says, "Arthur doesn't like the butter melted. 'Should I ask him if he'd like a fist in his face? Should I ask him that?"
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Hand pie!!!
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