WHERE IS YOUR FRIEND TIMMY? WELL…; …A SHIRTLESS FURRY CAME OUT OF THE WOODS AND CAUGHT US PLYING WITH MATCHES, HIT TIMMY IN THE HEAD WITH A SHOVEL. THEN HE MADE ME DIG A HOLE AND BURY HIM; I SCREAMED AND TOLD HIM I DIDN’T WANT TO AND HE SAID ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT SCUM LIKE THIS FROM STARTING FOREST FIRES! OH GREAT, WHY THE HELL WAS HE WAS SHIRTLESS!