it's a mongoose.
a mongoose.  they eat snakes.  you never heard of a mongoose? that's a classic piece of vintage taxidermy. nobody alive today knows how to do work like that.
umm.  that's not officially for sale.  i might have to hang onto that for the time being.
so, are you looking for anything in particular? there's a lot of other stuff in storage.
perhaps the "jam-in-ator" appeals to you. absolutely no practice necessary. you shread like a giant. just press a button.
seymour does.
him. seymour. he's the man with the records.
you still interested in that?
i'm thinkin' maybe i could let it go.
they're seymour's.
don't worry about it. he's not gettin' any and neither are you.
right.
don't mind me, i'll just be in my room.
well, here's where the fun never stops!
still torturing yourself over that enid, huh?
maybe she was just using you to try and get back at some guy. who knows? it could be a million things. it's wasted time trying to logically figure out the female brain, that's for sure.
maybe she's got another boyfriend.
no problem.
look at it this way - at least things can't get any worse.