Stiff

Timmy was going to get the stiffest sentence of his life.

Come in.

No, that's okay. I'll see Timmy alone.

Come over here where I can get a good look at you.

You've been convicted of soliciting.

And it's up to me to pass sentence.

Before we go out there, we might come to an agreement.

You could get five years in jail for this.

Would you like that?

You might be able to work something out.

I deserve a rest here.

Oh

You know, Timmy was able to satisfy Judge Woodcock.

So instead of going to jail, he was sent off for rehabilitation

at one of the judge's favorite homes for troubled boys,

Mr. Foster's Farm.

Everyone else knew it as the Chicken Ranch.

Just as the judge had said, the rehabilitation began as soon as a new boy arrived.

I'm really gonna miss Billy. He got out today.

Really?

Hey, you guys better get ready for dinner.

It's about that time, huh?

Right.

Ooh, nice bones, honey.

Knock that shit off, come on, get ready.

You look a little used today.

Imagine, I don't get no more after last night.

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