Recently I got into the java craze that has swept up Motown. This stuff is good, real good. Sometimes I even get it to go. But Brewster is a jerk and really doesn't want you to have more than one cup. Can't you see I'm fiending, Brew?

Clay has apparently been lying to me about how much he likes candy. I guess I should have known when he kept choking on those star-burst.

Butch started ranting at me for trying to play Animal Crossing while doing my grad-school homework. Really, Nintendo?

Brewster needs to learn to give the people what we want. We can handle it, we swears, WE SWEARS IT.