Despondent and stuck in a squirell suit, Jon wanders the mean streets alone.
Here, squirrely squirrely squirrley!
Jim! I'm not a squirrel, I'm Jon stuck in a squirrel suit! Why are you hailing squirrels on the street? You were going to try to eat me, weren't you, you sick bastard?
Wut the... Jon? Naw, Jon. I know you don't think much of me and us cowboys, but you've gotta give me a little credit!
Oh, sorry, Jim. But you're making me a little nervous anyway, so I'm outta here. See ya.
Okay, Jim, I FINALLY found some of those acorn-flavored condoms you wanted.
Took yer time, too. Anyway, let's head over to the park. Buncha wierdos hang out 'round here.
