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| I could explain to you about chemical reactions of hydrocarbons to lunchmeat, but I'd rather tell you about Mr. Winky-Dinky Bear and the three puppies. | |
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| OH BOY, ME LOVE MR. WINKY-DINKY BEAR! But me never hear the story about the three puppies...tell me about them! Tell me! TELL ME! | |
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| NO! I WILL CUT A BIG HOLE IN YOUR BACK AND PUT THE STORY IN THERE INSTEAD! | |
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| HURRY UP! CUT ME OPEN AND PUT THE STORY ABOUT MR. WINKY-DINKY BEAR AND THE THREE PUPPIES IN THERE! NOW! | |
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| ...and...and she died while I was trying to put the story in the hole...I didn't know how... I...DIDN'T... KNOW... HOW... | |
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| Huh. Well, I didn't kill anybody. I'm just here because I won a horse-masturbating contest on "Fear Factor." | |
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