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| You little runt, you! I give you my prized bicycle for one day and you go out and ruin it! Out of this house! Out of this house now and never return to daddy! | |
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| NO! But dad, seriously! I didn't do it on purpose! You don't mean that! | |
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| Hi there. I'm the renowned plastic surgeon, Dr. Shuvitupyourarse. Do you need some "help"? | |
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| Hmm... maybe Dad will finally accept me if I change my ways... I think I can make up for his loss. | |
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| Accept you? Hell, come to papa "son"! I knew that I'd forget my prized bike when you came back AS the family bicycle! You've made me proud! | |
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| Well, pops, I haven't even done anything to you yet! | |
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