"Are you sure you've got the list?" asked Smush as his pal pulled on waterproof overtrousers and a pair of wellington boots.
"Yes, yes, I've got the list," Mogey muttered.
"Don't be so glib!" Smush chastised. "Last time you went to market in the rain, you were supposed to procure all the ingredients for duck a l'orange and instead you came back with two packets of duck sauce, a tangelo, and a live pheasant."
"And what a pleasant addition Twizzles Ramirez has made to our lives!" Mogey retorted, reaching over Smush's shoulder to the pheasant's perch to give the bird a fist bump.
"Be that as it may, I would like to see the list."
"You can't be serious..."
"Produce the list, sir!"
"Alright," Mogey conceded, retrieving a crumpled roll of parchment from his breast pocket. "Potatoes, bacon, pickles, sugar, tea, thick-cut bacon, mustard, butter, pork roll, flour, onions, salt pork, and ground beef. I don't know how you eat that stuff, by the way."
"Thank you," said Smush. "Wait, what?"
"Ground beef," Mogey explained, "I know it's cheaper, but you really eat the beef they dropped on the ground? What price do you put on your dignity, my good fellow?"
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