To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit - ever. They're like the Viet Cong - Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior intelligence and superior firepower. And that's all she wrote . . . I got to get into this dude's pelt and crawl around for a few days. Who's the mole's ally? His friends? The harmless squirrel and the friendly rabbit.
I smell varmint poon-tang.
Hello? Anybody home? Hello, Mr. Mole! It's me, Mr. Squirrel. Just a harmless squirrel. Not a high voltage wire or anything. Nothing to be worried about. I'm just here to make your last hours on earth as peaceful as possible. Don't mind this. This is doctor's orders. You don't mind if I just pop in there for a few laughs? That's right. Or in the words of Jean-Paul Sartre: "Au revoir, mole." This is going to be sweet.