Fender sang in a high-pitched voice, as he undid the screws on Rodney's foot.

Fender: "I'm a little teapot, short and stout here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up, hear me shout."

He made his voice deep.

Fender: "Just tip me over and pour me out!"

He laughed.

Rodney: "Hey!"

Fender mutters, dropping the screwdriver.

Fender: "Hi, there.. listen, if I seem to be getting smaller, it's because... I'm leaving!"

He grabbed Rodney foot and pulled it off, running off, but fell.