PSA #7: Porkchop Sandwiches!

The Furlings are seen in the kitchen. Russell turns the stove on and puts the pan in.

Abigail: You're not cooking.

Russell: Yeah, dude.

The curtains in front of the stove suddenly go ablaze.

Russell: Fi-fifi-fifififififififi...

Hunter runs down to the kitchen.

Hunter: PORKCHOP SANDWICHES!

He arrives at the kitchen door in panic.

Hunter: Oh shoot, get the frick out of here! What are you doing? Go, get the frick out of here you stupid furlings! Shoot, we're all dead! Get the frick out!

Abigail, Edgar, and Russell run out of the kitchen as the fire department comes out.

Hunter: My God, did that smell good!

Edgar: Detected-d-d it goin' and you tell me do things, I done runnin'...

Hunter stares at the camera, followed by a closeup of the same stare.

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