Meat-Life Crisis


 * Bank Teller: Let me guess. You're gonna rob the bank.
 * The Butcher: You don't seem very sturprised.
 * Bank Teller: I think you mean surprised, and, no, I'm not. I mean, this is the third time you've robbed the bank this week.
 * The Butcher: Really? (Sighs) Does your job ever start to feel boring?
 * Bank Teller: No, Butcher, never, no. This is like jumping out of planes. Anyway, you want the money or not? Because I'm pretty sure any second WordGirl is just gonna swoop--
 * (WordGirl arrives)
 * WordGirl: Hold it right there, Butcher!
 * Bank Teller: Called it?
 * WordGirl: Called what? What's going--
 * The Butcher: Corned Beef Kapow! Huh. What's with you guys?
 * WordGirl: Butcher, are you feeling okay?
 * The Butcher: I don't really know, WordGirl.
 * WordGirl: Hmm. Well, try again. You know, I don't want to take you down without a fight. Where's the sport in that?
 * The Butcher: Ah, thanks. All right. Here goes. Chicken Pot Pow-- Ah, not feeling it.
 * WordGirl: Nothing?
 * The Butcher: No, it's not working. I don't believe this. I've lost my ability to summon meat. All right. Go ahead. You gonna arrest me now, WordGirl?
 * WordGirl: Well, you haven't really done anything wrong except for moping a bit. Is something bothering you?
 * The Butcher: I don't know. Stealing stuff, shooting meat, going to jail. Maybe it's just getting a little routine.
 * WordGirl: Well, it sounds like a perfect time for you to quit your life of crime and become a law-abiding citizen!
 * The Butcher: You're kidding, right? That kind of sounds boring, too.
 * WordGirl: Uh, do you have a vending machine here? I told my sidekick that this would be an all you can eat battle.
 * Bank Teller: Go right in the hall.
 * WordGirl: Thank you.