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2: Last night, my wife said she could smell them on me. I had to take three scalding showers before I felt clean. Then she told me I smelled roasted.

1: Yeah, well, I'm definitely having a nervous breakdown. A few nights ago, I dreamed that Mr. Peanut was riding a bomb over Kansas and screaming.

2: That's nothing. I went to my kid's birthday party at the Ground Round and had a panic attack. Why the HELL are peanut shells considered acceptable décor for a restaurant?

4: I had homemade peanut butter once. You have to keep it in the fridge and mix it up before you eat it, but it was good.

1: How's Bill doing?

2: Well, he's off the respirator and responding to visual cues.

1: Yeah, we probably should have quarantined everyone with peanut allergies before one of them went into anaphylactic shock.

2: I'm just glad we found a hermetic sealer who could work on the weekend.

4: Do you think it's hard to make homemade peanut butter?

3: They're salty and stringy and they dry out your fingers and they're not even nuts!

4: Oh, I'll bet I could make some bad-ass peanut butter cookies. With the forking and shit?

1: So, we're agreed, then? Jericho has to come back?

2: Yes, yes, we have to stop them before they move on to [choke] Circus Peanuts.

3: They're NOT even NUTS, people! NOT NUTS! NOT NUTS!

1: I don't see any other way. We're all cracki--

2: Don't go there, man. Just...don't.

3: They're LEGUUUUUMES!

1: Right -- let's just swear we won't make a practice of this, okay?

2: Agreed -- and also, from here on out, no more significant mentions of food of any sort in any script ever again.

1: And forget that George Washington Carver biopic Spike Lee's been trying to push.

2: The wounds are just too raw.

4: Kung Pao chicken has peanuts in it. They're all spicy but kind of nutty, you know?

1: Oh god.

2: What now?

1: What if we cancel Moonlight and they send blood?