13- Damn, the Afterlife's a Drag[[Spuds MacKenzie is floating in the air in front of the fish tank with Darva, George, and Mo, talking to Professor Fuzzywig.]]
Fuzzywig: You're here to help ME?!
Spuds MacKenzie: Yup. Just trying to finish up some community service I got for teaching 10-year-olds how to surf.
Fuzzywig: Wait, that's not illegal...
Spuds MacKenzie: Those kids sucked at surfing. Only one ever really mastered my beer funneling and making-out with 25-year-old women surfing style. Who knew community service carried over into the afterlife. Hold on a sec.
Spuds MacKenzie: Chrissi! You know the uniform regulations. I'm going to have to bar you from official play if you show up one more time in a tankini! You might as well wear a muumuu! And Marianne, stop actually hitting the ball. Just run around near where it falls. Now, leave me alone, I'm helping a microscope get some ass.
Fuzzywig: Actually, I'm an amoeba. I just live on two sandwiched microscope slides.
Spuds MacKenzie: You're a what? I have to make a llama fall in love with an amoeba? Crap...that's a lot harder. Um...are you sure you don't just want an autograph?