"You look so depressed." Jean commented upon bending over and farting constantly. "What's wrong?"
"Oh you wouldn't understand." Conker responded upon batting away the bats that suddenly were popping up out of nowhere with his baseball bat. "It's a squirrel thing."
Jean stretched her arms while she felt her clothing continue to get dirty. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Conker was quick to pull out a pint of beer he had in his hand and took a sip. "Perhaps maybe get me some more beer; I'm not drunk enough for this shit."