Gentlemen, the professor started, I am here

just steady yourselves because my new invention is going to make the toilet look like a bowl full of sh*t. I present to you, here, today, mankind's greatest achievement. It's

called The Analvac, now the most sanitary way to eliminate bodily waste. Allow me to demonstrate.

The Analvac made a sad rumbling sound and then ceased to operate leaving the demonstration up shit creek without a paddle

boat. Then Jeb motored into shit creek with his fannyboat. He was late for the Analvac demo, but damned if wasn't going to get one to help Pa cure his constipation.

Jeb and Pa were not the sharpest tools in the shed. They were basically two powerfully stupid individuals that only increased

the amount of entropy in the room. But they were quasars compared to Shrub who was constantly in search of his pet goat and saw evildoers in his Post 911s. He also thought jet fuel

was Orangina and tried to drink it from those bulbous little bottles. Weird guy. Shrub's pet goat was enjoying its freedom from Shrub, and was under the porch giggling softly to

Indulged in Bolthouse Farms smoothies, which she bought at Whole Foods. Being a goat, the cashiers got to know her. She was a loyal customer and got some bottles free monthly.

The goat indulged in the free bottles like a rich person indulged on expensive clothing. But, like anything - if you have too much of it, you die. What a greedy goat!