GPF: Michief's Night Out

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<<FWOOSH>> [The scene changes again. Fooker and Mischief now stand on a desolate beach beneath a red sky filled with twin red suns.]
Mischief: Now it's time for our long romantic walk on the beach!
Mischief: Ah... Beta Centauri is so lovely this time of year...

[Mischief has removed her jacket, revealing her bare shoulders. She clasps her hands together in glee and smiles warmly.]
Mischief: Of course, its suns will go nova in a couple of hours, but we can still watch the moon rise over the liquid petroleum seas...

Fooker: [Out of panel and apparently below view] HACK GASP URK!
Mischief: [Surprised and looking down] What was that? Oh, dear me...

[Mischief stands on the beach while Fooker writhes on the ground, convulsing and gasping for breath.]
Fooker: HURK... WHEEZE... GASP... WHINE... HACK...
Mischief: [Placing her hand on her forehead absentmindedly] Heh... Silly me! I forgot you humans can't breathe ammonia! We'll move on to the next phase of out date...

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