mr. prickley, that's nice. that's bickley. let him come in. he has something to share, something really nice. i'm sorry to be rude, but i'm very upset right now. aving town. ha! that's diddly. he's just going out of town. i'm going out of business. i used to be the best greeting card writer around, but i can't work anymore. come on, we don't make that much noise. i know. i was blaming it on you, but it's time i faced it -- i've lost it. we can form a posse and find it if you want. no, it's no use. oat rack, but not anymore. listen to this -- "your pet rabbit died, poor little muffet. your two choices are, eat it or stuff it." aw, that's sad. mr. bickley, you're just going through a writer's slump. mork is leaving for good. knock, knock. well, what a group -- hear no evil, see no evil, and feel no pain. what's wrong with you people? mork is leaving. the rabbit died. or you could all be straightened out by one little thing. paul williams? no. erk. you people have got to get erk. you've been erking me since you came in. mindy, listen, erk would h