A pedestrian Bill Schmalfeldt is walking nutshuffling past an insane asylum a tall fence, and in the distance hears a bunch of the asylum inmates inside voices on the other side screaming at the top of their lungs, “ Thirteen! Thirteen! Thirteen Nine! Nine! Nine!”
the pedestrian Schmalfeldt peeks through a gap in the fence to see what all the commotion is about, and, suddenly, a finger pops out jabbing him right in the eye Sheriff’s Deputy hands him a restraining order.
He screams in
pain rage, and the inmates Lickspittles all start gleefully shouting, “ Fourteen! Fourteen! Fourteen Ten! Ten! Ten!”