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tractor.
It's a five-mile-an-hour getaway.
We're dancing around the obvious.
It's gotta be disfigurement.
Does she walk around
holding a pen she never seems to need?
No, she looks completely normal.
Oh. Okay, here it is, I got it.
She lost her thumbs in a tractor accident
and they grafted her big toes on.
They do it every day.
You think she's got toes for thumbs?
How's her handshake?
A little firm, isn't it?
Maybe a little too firm?
I don't know.
Hands a little smelly?
Why do I seek your counsel?
Well, I'm going to hell.
That seems about right.
According to Puddy.
Hey, have you heard the one
about the guy in hell,
with the coffee
and the doughtnuts and--
I'm not in the mood.
I'll have some coffee and a doughnut.
What do you care? You don't believe in hell.
I know, but he does.
So it's more of a relationship problem
than the final destination of your soul.
Well, relationships are
very important to me.
Maybe you can strike one up
with the prince of darkness
as you burn for all eternity.
And a slice of Devil's fruitcake.
Hey.
Where is everyone?
They're all off the project.
They were boring.
George, you are my main man.
I am?
I don't know what it is,
I can't put my finger on it,
but lately you have just seemed 'on'.
And you always leave me wanting more.
This is a huge project
involving--
lots of numbers and papers and folders.
Ah, I'm not too worried about it.
Let's get started.
Okay.
George? Check it out.
Three times around, no feet.
And?
All me.
Alright, and here are
your ailments for this week.
By the way, Mr. Kramer,
you were excellent.
Oh, thank you.
Cirrhosis of the liver with jaundice!
Alright, I get to wear make-up!
What did you get?
Gonorrhea?
Excuse me, I think there's been a mistake.
See, I had gonorrhea last week.
Oh, it's no mistake.
We loved what you did with it.
I don't believe this.
I'm being typecast!
I move my knight...
here.
Check.
They should update these pieces,
nobody rides horses anymore.
Maybe they should change it to a tractor.
Jerry, are you embarrassed
that you're losing?
Losing?
You know, yesterday I lost control of my car,
almost bought the farm.
Bought the farm?
Tractor!
This is an odd side of you, Jerry.
I feel uncomfortable.
Wait, don't go.
Let's thumb wrestle.
A scar?
A big long scar, where her leg
would dangle when she's riding a...?
A tractor.
I'm sure she's a little self-conscious
and doesn't like to talk about it.
I don't see why's she more self-conscious
about that than her toe thumbs.
She doesn't have toe thumbs.
Well, if she keeps
horsing around with that tractor--
Alright.
So how's the two-man operation at Kruger?
Two-man? It's all me.
Kruger doesn't do anything.
Disappears for hours at a time,
gives me fake excuses.
This afternoon I found him
with sleep creases on his face.
The only reason I got out
to get a bite today was
that he finally promised to buckle down
and do some actual work.
Oh, I don't believe this.
This is what I
have to put up with, Jerry.
Mr. Kruger?
Who said he was going to do
some actual work today? Who?
I'm not too worried about it.
Well I am.
Couldn't you try to go through
some of that stuff I put in your shoebox?
Alright, alright, I'm going.
Have you ever seen anything like this?
Never.
Elaine, they forgot to
deliver your paper today.
Why don't you just grab that one.
'Cause that belongs to
Mr. Potato Guy, that's his.
C'mon, get it.
Well if you want it,
you get it.
Sorry, thou shalt not steal.
Oh, but it's ok for me?
What do you care.
You know where you're going.
Alright, that is it!
I can't live like this.
Nah.
C'mon.
Alright, what did I do?
David, I'm going to hell!
The worst place in the world!
With devils and those caves
and the ragged clothing!
And the heat!
My God, the heat!
What do you think about all that?
Gonna be rough.
You should be trying to save me!
Don't boss me!
This is why you're going to hell.
I am not going
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