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Amy:
He's dead.

Marshall:
Who?

Amy:
Mr. Kubat.

Marshall:
We just saw him last Saturday!

Amy:
You want your peaches?

Marshall:
When did he die?

Amy:
A couple days ago. The meter man was reading his water meter and saw him through the window, sprawled out on the floor, covered in pancake batter.

Gilbert:
Poor guy, killed by pancake batter.

Amy:
Hello? He had a heart attack moron, he just happened to be making pancakes at the time.

Gilbert:
Still, what a way to go. One minute you're making yourself a hearty, nutritious breakfast and then bingo, lights out.

Amy:
Hey, he was old, organs fail, these things happen. What about you? Are you eating your peaches?

Marshall:
Here, eat all the peaches! I don't know how you can stand these things anyway, they're as hard as bricks.

Amy:
You just suck on them a while and they're okay.