What if they then have to read it aloud, or let the person they interviewed see it, or something.
“I like a nice healthy breeze ’round my privates.”
Technically, there’s still room in the van for him.
MOVE YOUR BUTT, TIFFANY
Clearly he didn’t clean up the walls.
Abandon hope all ye who enter here.
How hard did you get hit in the head, Tiff.
His name is literally written on his arm, but she can’t remember it.
Also, she’s dead meat. She is beyond dead meat.
Because Puddles is too polite, or perhaps just too resigned to his fate, to try fighting it.
(open comic, sees Tiffany lying on the floor)
NOOOOOOOOOO
What if they then have to read it aloud, or let the person they interviewed see it, or something.