And that's perfect.

I think they should be locked up forever to rot in their own filth.

This is so much like the dating game.

True lovers would actually share their candy bars with each other.

Maybe we should call the newsboy's parents down to plead pathetically for their kid's life.

But before we know it, she'll be moving her tattooed, cigarette-grubbing butt into our own personal Oz.

Look, buddy, if we jumped every time that kid was held hostage, we'd never have any lives of our own.

And what better way than to help my fellow citizens, especially the elderly and infirm, with their checkbooks, retirement plans, and monthly budgets.

A simple case of mistaken identity.

What a shame.

A little nervous?

I just kind of drew a beard on it.

Interesting turn of events, huh?

A balmy hamper breeze.

Works like a charm.

Hey, wait a second.

He's got a... Okay.

She's got a point.

I'm gonna go give him a piece of my mind.

Man, he's got a couple of parents right in town.