A Diabolical Toot Debate
As Logged By: Agent West This job is usually left to Agent Chase. But, today, Agent West is on the case. Cousin JimJim wants to debate me About something I excel at, he'll see. The origin of toots? What a complete and diabolical hoot! If I don't knock him out in the debate I'll throw him a stink he'll really hate. My glare is set on Cousin JimJim, while my hand hides a stretchy ball disguised stink bomb. Oh, look. It's the cousin who always smells like a wet diaper, I sneer. Cousin JimJim sticks his tongue out at me. At least I don't look like one. Admit it, you're wrong and you know it. I laugh at the thought. There's no possible way JimJim is right. There's no way that toots are globs of poopy sent down an assembly line where toot elves chop them into itty bitty pieces. Right? There couldn't possibly be toot elves hiding inside of me! That's too crazy a thought, even for Cousin JimJ...