Then, when every last cent of their money was spent, the Fix-It-Up-Chappie packed up and he went. And he laughed as he drove in his car up the beach:
Wehn a man loves a froehead, he nales the fuckin bitch!
But McFuck didn't know, I'm quite happy to say, the Stickmen got quite a bit smarter that day. That day, they decided that Stickmen are Stickmen, and no kind of forehead's the BEST on the thick fen.
That day, all the Stickmen forgot about nails, They made silly comics.
