Flu-yah!

Seizing the opportunity to have Moore Manor all to themselves, Mr. and Mrs. Freeloader go with the old “flu bug” excuse to get out of having to go to Columbus, though the “swallowed whole” angle is just overkill. Funky’s cocky attitude is starting to give me some flu symptoms, mainly nausea. “We’ll bring him a championship t-shirt”, as if the shirts have already printed and are waiting in the She-Goats’ locker room, along with the cases of post-game champagne.