Brady Bluhm

Harry: Oh, crap! We've gotta get back to Providence!

Lloyd: What? Why?

Harry: Remember how I told you Ice Pick had to make that rock candy run down to Maine?

Lloyd: Yeah?

Harry: I forgot to get someone to feed Butthole.

Lloyd: [sighs] Relax. I took care of it.

Harry: You did?

Lloyd: Yeah! Billy in 4-C's gonna feed him.

Harry: [chuckles] Oh, great. Well, didja give him the key to our apartment?

Lloyd: [goes to bed] No! You think I want wheel marks all over the rug? I just wrote him a note, left some food and threw Butthole inside his place when we were leavin'.

Harry: But Lloyd, Billy has over 100 rare birds in there!

Lloyd: So? They're not gonna mess with a 30-pound alley cat! Sheesh.

Billy: [rolls in the door and puts his keys aside; his apartment is completely trashed and the corpses of his birds are scattered; Butthole farts out several bird feathers and hops off the couch] Hey, gang! I'm home! Guys? You sure are quiet. Speak to me, Siskel.

Siskel: [squawks] The horror. The horror.