 Boy, ain't sure it's dirty under here. This is just my meat. Hey, look, there's a little hole that goes under the house. Goes all the way back, too. I wonder if I could crawl through it. It looks like it's not to crawl through. Oh, white quibble, I do this. Boy, ain't sure it's dark in here. I hope I don't hit me with a head against a porch. I hope wrong, didn't I, boys?