Denim: After all our snacking this morning, one more bite could exterminate me!
Pocket: I warned you about pigging out in the Concession Car.
Denim: Well they kept feeding the engine coal, and stopping for fluids.
Pocket: So you were experiencing sympathetic refueling pains?
Denim: Does that sound illogical?
Pocket: Not at all. Now if you'll excuse me, this Grilled Cheese is calling my name.
Denim: I know. I hear it too. I'm in agony!
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