Redd: Well, it's been some time… I mean actually in the story there's been some time—

Knives: How much?

Redd: Wha?

Knives: How much time?

Redd: Um…. Just some time…..

Knives: You don't know, do you?

RKK: O-kay, back the closet!

Knives: But But—

RKK: NO BUTS SEX SLAVE!!!! (grabs Knives and drags him away)

Knives: HELP ME!

Redd: Moving on!

More Pantie fun

Me: Dad! Put down the meat down!

Dad: HAHA! runs away brandishing meat

Kate: Wait, what?

Redd: Huh? (stares blankly a RKK)

Wolfwood: Can I have my underwear back now?

Redd: No.

RKK: Then you don't get any doughnuts.

Redd: Well, I've gotten reinforcements since the last time!

Wolfwood: Well, what does that mean?

Redd: Two things: One, I got doughnuts on Saturday. OH YEAH!!!!! WINCHEL'S, BITCH!!!!

RKK: NOOOO!!!!! I lost my wild card!!! (Starts to sob as Redd starts to laugh evilly)

Redd: (Ends evil laughter) Two, I threw up milk and robitussin all over them when I was sick on Friday. So I can't give them back now.

Wolfwood: M-My Panties? You irked on my panties? B-but….WHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Redd: (As Wolfwood sobs in the background) On another note, Scrubs made me cry! Poor JD! Stupid Kim! I hope she gets hit by a truck…. Who would do that to precious JD?

Vash: Aww, Tara, don't ya love me no more? (Makes puppy eyes)

Redd: (Puts arm around Vash) Of course I do Vash. Yous ma bitch.

Vash: Cool. (Wraps arms around Redd's waist)

Wolfwood: Oh… my panties…. My poor panties….

Redd: Geez, Wolfwood, I can buy you some new underwear…

RKK: My wild card…. My poor wild card…..

Lizzy: (appears randomly out of nowhere) Here, RKK, have some coffee! (gives coffee to RKK) Later crazy people! (dissapears in a cloud of smoke)

RKK: Oooo, coffee! (drinks coffee)

Vash: Who was that?

Redd: That was Lizzy.

Vash: Um, okay….

Redd: RKK, gimmie your phone!

RKK: What for? (drinks coffee)

Redd: Just gimme! (RKK gives cell phone, Redd dials number) Hey pimp Mama, this is Redd! I gots your money Bitch! Hell Yeah! And if I thro in a little sommin' sommin' extra, can you thro in a little sommin' sommin' fo me? Yeah, I want a number forty two… No just one…. I ain't one of yo hoes bitch! Yeah, lot a love! Later, Motha fucka!(hangs up phone, give back to RKK)

Vash: Do I dare ask?

Redd: No.