YOU'VE ALMOST BEEN REPLACED.

We have a mouse.

I've named him Monroe and sometimes we chat.

That's what you get for leaving the country.

You get replaced by a hecka rad mouse named Monroe.

F THE BOUNDZ.

Skillet: The bounds are endless.

Home Fry: We just need to f***ing blog.

RIGHT AFTER THE BEGINNING.

Skillet: (Thinking) I still have toilet paper in my nose, and no one's said anything about it in a while.

Homefry: (On the verge of picking her nose. But she'll just claim she's touching her lip.) This will be something we can have while you're gone.

IN THE BEGINNING.

Home Fry: PEANUT BUTTER. CADBURY CREAM EGGS. IN YO FACE.

Skillet: Yeah, because you were wielding a KNIFE. Ass.

Home Fry: He looks drunk on his wedding day. I'm just saying. I'M OUT.

Skillet: Hair in a pompadour, red rimmed eyes, double chins. EPIC FAIL.

Skillet: I might have toilet paper stuffed up my nose right now, but I know what I'm talking about.

Home Fry: We're starting a blog.