Squeak:Hey Tuttle!
Tuttle:Yeah.
Squeak:[reads from the note] Your mother's deaf.
Tuttle:My mother's dead, you little twerp!
Squeak:[continues reading] I guess that's why she didn't move around a lot. [that trips Tuttle up, and he misses the shot. The ball hits Remer in the groin and Tuttle falls onto the ground like a pile of bricks. Dust rises up around him]
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