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the employment agencies, okay?

Oh, that's wonderful.

And I'll make a real hard wish

that we get a big, juicy steak

so you'll have the strength.

Although you're stuck with beans

There's money in your jeans

When you pretend

The wolf that's at your door

Is not there anymore

When you pretend

There's nothing you can't be

Just wish and see

The world's your cup of tea

Some dish, says me

The happiness you find

Is all a state of mind

That's true, my friend

And life is filled with happy endings

When you pretend

You are a riot. You're a real riot.

You expect me to eat that slop?

So don't eat. You're fat enough anyway.

You know what I'm gonna do?

Do you know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna take that lousy steak

And I'm gonna throw it out the window.

Oh, good steak.

Oh, Rick, come on out.

We got steak for supper.

Now, why don't you lay off of that stuff?

- Don't you want a piece of steak?

- For last time, no.

Pretend you're eating it all by yourself.

- Okay, if you say so.

- I say so.

No, impossible.

Impossible!

The happiness you find

Is all a state of mind

That's true, my friend

And life is filled with happy endings

When you pretend

Oh, pardon me.

Out of the wild blue-yellow yonder,

with tail full of jet propulsion,

comes Vincent, Vincent the Vulture.

Vincent the Vulture,

defender of truth and liberty

and member of Audubon Society.

He is half-boy, half-man, half-bird,

with feathers growing out of every pore.

He is flying

to his interplanetary space station,

trying to escape Zuba,

Zuba the Magnificent.

But Vincent is very aware

that behind those inviting red lips,

behind those purple boudoir eyes,

and behind that cleaving cleavage

lies a diabolical soul.

Zuba is trying to get away from Vincent

his secret power formula,

X34 minus 5R1 plus 6-X36.

Vincent is hit. He is hit.

Zuba fires her death-dealing,

atomic-atomising pivot gun.

The gore is oozing out of his tail.

Will Vincent the Vulture

ever live to fly back

to his homogenised space station

high above the Milky way?

Zuba!

And out in space,

Vincent pulls her close,

but Zuba fights against the embrace

of Vincent the Vulture.

She is allergic to his feathers.

Her teeth snarl, gleaming white.

He tears her clothes and exposes

her two big, round shoulders.

Vincent closes in on her.

Eugene. Eugene!

Get me a lawyer.

Oh.

Coming.

You'd better.

Oh.

- Oh, it's you, Mrs. Muldoon.

- It ain't Gina Lollobrigida.

Listen, Eugene, you've been flapping

your gums in your sleep again,

and my new tenant

in 4A is complaining.

Yeah, well, I'm awfully sorry,

Mrs. Muldoon, but I'll apologise to him.

He is a her.

She's a successful artist,

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