It had to be Done (The Bum-kin Strikes Back)

I couldn't let the poor guy go around without at least some cover. Every time he bends over though, it's a little embarrassing for everyone, but we appreciate him for the good little Bum-kin he is.

"Hey, could you get that, thanks a-lot."


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