"Are you sick?" Jock asked. "Mom, I don't want him to throw up in your trashcan either. That's gross."
It's gross, Green. Gross.
"Do you want me to go with you to get the clothes, mom?" the man with the 115% jacked up body asked plaintively. "So you can get the right kind of clothes. For me. I want clothes that let people see my muscles so they know how strong I am, mom. And stripes. And a ball. And I don't want anything blue or green. Those are bad colors. I like orange and black and white and red, mom."
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It's gross, Green. Gross.
"Do you want me to go with you to get the clothes, mom?" the man with the 115% jacked up body asked plaintively. "So you can get the right kind of clothes. For me. I want clothes that let people see my muscles so they know how strong I am, mom. And stripes. And a ball. And I don't want anything blue or green. Those are bad colors. I like orange and black and white and red, mom."