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YOUR MOM IS ONE OF ONLY 16 PEOPLE

I'M WORRIED ABOUT HER EMOTIONAL STATE.

IT'S GOING TO MAKE IT SOUND LIKE I'M "BAD HANK."

DIDI, DID YOU NAME THIS BABY YET?

SHH. I'M NOT HUNGRY.

I FED HIM, WASHED HIM, DIAPERED HIM.

Emmitt Smith scores!

HANK, THE STRAW BROKE OFF FIVE MINUTES AGO.

UNCLE HANK, DIDI'S HAVIN' THE BABY RIGHT NOW.

I'M THE ONE WHO FOUND YOU, HEH.

YES, SIR, I DID.

THERE'S A BABY CRYING IN THE HOUSE.

WHEN SHE FEELS HER OWN LIMITATIONS.

WHAT DOES THAT MATTER, MR. HILL?

THANK GOODNESS FOR THE MUD.

YOU'VE GOT TO DO IT.

( crying continuing )

YOU DID THIS TO MY SON.

SHE WOULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED

UH, WHAT COLOR IS THE CAST?

PLEASE, SIR, DON'T TOUCH HER.

AND THEN THEY CAN'T APPRECIATE IT.

( sobbing ): OH, GOD!

MY TOP CAST AND MY BOTTOM CAST MATCH.

WELL, YOU CAN STILL HAVE A BABY.

YOU TOOK PEGGY'S BOTTLE

Hank: SHH-SHH-SHH...

I SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT, RIGHT?

TO PUT ON SOME LIPSTICK, AND SHE LOOKS AWFUL.

HANK, WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR WIFE?

THERE'S NO MILK COMING OUT OF THESE.

LOOK, I DO NOT WANT A BOTTLE, OKAY?

THE KID IS LEAKING OUT OF HIS CHEST!

NO, THE LEG. NO, THE STOMACH.