Issue #3: Pages 27 & 28

yes, this is hell. And I have to say, Mathew! Be quiet! But he doesn't stop unless I get in his face and say, Mathew, listen, if you don't quit that moaning, you're not going to get to wear the moose antelor hat tonight. That shuts him up quick. He loves that goofy hat. It's the only joy in his life. After that I take my pitch fork and walk around the house to make sure the other retards are behaving. But I still have to keep my eye on Mathew or he'll sneak upstairs to his bedroom. I've caught him up there a couple of times with his pants around his ankles and his limp member in his hand. Mathew! Go downstairs! You know you're not supposed to be up here. Go downstairs and ride the exercise bike.