"Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers, and gun powder, and cordite. I'm an elk! Shoot me! Go on!! It's elk season! I'm a fiddler crab. Why don't you shoot me?! It's fiddler crab season! [to himself] What have I done? When did I take the wrong turn? -- Duck! Rabbit! Duck!"
January 1, 1970