"You guys seem real nice." Hank was sitting in one of the hotel rooms he wondered in. "Ya'll nothin' like them jerks who keep pickin' on me. It's not like I asked tuh be born."
"Neither did we Heenk."
"Yeah…..So what's ya'lls names?"
"Well none of us really have namesh….I guess we go by the name of "parasites?"
"That's cool."
"Sure ish."
"So do you guys have a mother?"
"You could shlay that."
"Really?! It's been so long since I've seen another kid with an actual mom!"
"Well it's been the furst teem since we've seen a child puppet."
"Wow, life must be real hard on you guys."
"Well when you're a leech, life is pretty hard."
Yes Hank had discovered a room filled with about twenty of Ms. Leech's leeches, and he made friends with all of them.
"It's getting really late Heenk, don't you think you shoul go back to your mom?"
"Nah, she might really love me and so does mah Pa, but nobody else does. Like I said, they're a bunch of jerks." He grabbed one of the leeches and cuddled it like a stuffed animal. "Ya guys mind if I sleep here for a while?"
"No, go right ahead, welcome to the club kid."
"Thanks." He yawned and pulled another leech under him like a pillow. "Good nigh' fellas."
"Good night Hank."