6 - 12/1/10 - The Pant Profit[[Stanislav, Mo, and Humphry sitting in living room. Mo same outfit, backwards hat, black]]
Mo: Smoodge, why haven't we haven't pimped out our crib with all your Pant money?
Stanislav: Yeah, about that.
Mo: About what?! Just saying that doesn't get you off the hook.
Stanislav: We sold scads of pantanta in the first quarter, and recouped our investment capital. Problem was, I only patented the right one. Zombie Thomas Edison, that undead asshole, swooped in on the left. Turns out, the right pant was a [[italics]]bit of a liability.
[[Staring through window]]
Mo: Oh dear God!
[[ pant in bicycle pandemonium. Naked man running from bike with pant in gears. One or two men tumbling with their pant sort of on their leg attached to the flipping bike.]]
Zombie Thomas Edison: [[riding old-timey bicycle]] Suckers.