I went to the Goodwill prison to check out their
t shirts, and that's when I saw him. He was hiding in a rack of black tees. I just knew I had to take him home. His arm was complete. All he needed was me.
He was too sizes too small for me, but I knew I had to have him. So I bribed the guard to let me take him home. He overheard me calling him small to a friend of mine, and got really angry! He started slashing at me!
Next thing I knew, he was on a boat headed for London. . .