Sunday, April 25, 2010

I love you too, but I'm gonna mace you in the face.

Jack: Which direction did yours go?
Francis: What do you mean?
Jack: Your feathers... mine blew toward the mountains.
Francis: That's not right. It's not suppose to get blown away. You're suppose to blow on it then bury it.
Peter: I didn't get that. I still have mine.
Francis: You guys didn't do it right. I asked if you read the instructions. You did it wrong... I tried my hardest. I don't know what to do.
Peter: I don't think Dad would've hated it.

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