Fine.

Oh, shells.

Yeah, right.

Yeah.

Your baby Gert Turf and turf.

I was mhm.

Yeah.

Okay.

How's it getting the door?

Well, okay.

Why?

Right, you hear that?

Oh, my God!

That way.

Let's go get our boy.

We're coming, Doc.

Mhm.

Yes.

Mhm.

Mhm, please.

Okay, I'm gonna let you go.

I'm gonna let you go.

Stop fighting, Okay?

Stay down.

Okay.

That tiny thing Derby.

Knock it off, man.

Stop, Man!

Stock.

Uh, did you kill it?

Huh?

Oh, my God.

You guys!

That thing was trying to kill me.

Oh, my God!

That little thing right there.

Yeah, it looks cute, but it was came in the shed and got my ear in my face.

Oh, Mother, you look like shit, man.

That right?

I look like shit.

Mhm.