A hospital room: the cartoon boy's father, much older, fatter, balder, and smaller than in the previous tape, and wearing a flimsy blue gown and white sandals, sat in a blue folding chair, at a round white table near the window opposite the room's doorway. In the center of the table was a Coke can. The cartoon boy stood next to the table, opposite his father, and was unfolding a red chair. His father, staring out the window, not looking at the cartoon boy, said, "...going to kill you one of these days."

STOP.

REWIND.

I looked up at Bullwinkle and whispered, "He never said that. You big shithead, he never said that."

PLAY.