Well, one time they were going to erase this guy's mind, but they didn't want to fork out the cash for the mind obliteration gun, as if one existed, right?

They don't.

Anyway, they put a guy in the closet.

They paint it.

They paint the closet, right?

Right.

They put the guy in there thinking that the paint fumes will, you know, make him forget.

Yeah.

So that he wouldn't tell his mom we hit him in the head with a hammer.

Meatwad, it's not polite to stare.

But look at him.

No, it's OK.

I know.

I'm totally hideous.

No, it's cool.

I just wondered if that jam box worked, you know?

Shaked through mine in a cobra cage and dared me to go get it.

And that's why I'm all puffy about him.

Hang on.

Let me see.