|
Jeff's out playing on a tricycle he "found"
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| I beat you Lloyd. Man I'd give my sould for some good buggery. Say, what's that fuzzy blur in front of us? | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| Oh, they're just my daughter's sir | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
When suddenly in the middle of a corridor
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Hello Jeff... Come Play with us... Forever... and ever... and ever... | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| Hello Jeff... Come Play with us... Forever... and ever... and ever... | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
*wikka wow wow, wikka wikka wikka wow*
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Say Lloyd, I'd buy those daughters off you but I seem to be a little light. How's my credit in this joint? | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| Your credit's just fine sir. | |
| | |
|
|
|
