Funky arrives at Moore Manor to find Les sitting on the porch swing in that peculiar splay-legged position of his.
“Hey.” (Douchebag.)
“Hey.” (Tubby)
“I screwed up.” (Get over yourself, you thin-skinned poseur…)
(Nah, buddy, I deserved it. Besides, what’s a little good-natured ball-busting between old friends?.) “Yes you did”
(I’m afraid my obese ass will break your porch swing, so I better just stand.) “Can I sit?”
“Sit.” (Kneel!)
“So tell me about it.” (Get over yourself, you thin-skinned poseur…)
Son of Stuck Funky 
