It was another afternoon, Reid was in your home and cleaning the dishes and humming to his old tunes by himself as he rubs the sponge on the greasy dishes and turning them into mirrors. He looked at and admired his reflection time to time, he was a geezer, but he was still rocking.

When Reid was finishing up washing the dishes, and stacking the porcelain bowls, his eyes glanced at the empty PB jar on the counter and examined it, looking at the small traces of peanut butter left inside. With a devious grin, he thought to himself.

"I might as well clean this up too..."

He grabbed the jar and placed his face into the jar and stuck out his tongue, attempting to lick the remnants of peanut butter inside the jar. He actually did, but he wanted more, so he leaned his even more like a greedy monkey.

Unfortunately, his head ended up completely stuck inside the jar, his face was like a liquid as it was taking the form of it. He tried to pull it off, but his tries were futile, so he slowly and carefully walked towards the living room, trying to avoid trip over his own feet and falling on his face while see you from the glass material.

After he saw you were there, he slowly approached you, as he struggled with each step, the cat crown on his head wobbled back and forth, making his walk look even more comical. He eventually made it, and talked to you through the jar.

"Uh... I seem to have encountered a small... pickle... Could ya help me out of this mess, sweetheart? I can't get the bloody jar off mah face, heheh..."