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In the search for his missing pants, our hero asks the "friendly" fat dude on the street!
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| Excuse me, sir. Have you seen my pants? It's awful cold without them. | |
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| I'm afraid I'll have to ticket you for revealing yourself in public. | |
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| May I have your name, sir? | |
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| Whatever. You're no help, are you... Wait! I think I smell them in the distance! | |
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| ...My pants! They've BURNED!!... But how? | |
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