Jeff was feeling around in his new prison. He was getting anxious by the minute.
Meanwhile, inside Ken is enjoying chugging down a few beers to catch up with his friend. After about 20 minutes and 3 cups of beer, he starts wondering what happened to Jeff. Opening the front door, Ken yelled out, "Jeff, what the fuck are you doing in there?" When no answer came, he got a bit worried and headed outside - of course, after he got another cup of beer. He was starting to get a little buzzed. No one answered each time he called out.
Ken opened up the shitter and found Jeff's clothes piled on the ground on top of his boots. "What the hell is he up to?" Ken couldn't imagine why Jeff would have stripped out in the outhouse. He grabbed up the pile and brought it inside. Tossing it on the couch, something moving caught his eye. "Nasty, how did a fucking mouse get in his shoe in that short amount of time?"
He went to knock it off the couch and crush it under his shoe.
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