Stanley: outside and don’t have shirt on and was doing things outside (like working on the yard) FiddleFord: looks at him out the window, blushing like a mess. Thoughts: how did I ever think I was straight? Sits down and watches him, smirking and watching him while blushing, and had hearts in eyes Ford: notices and walks up to him FiddleFord: bites his bottom lip, having dirty thoughts Ford: got mad at this and got the chloroform spray bottle and chased him FiddleFord: ran away Ford: kept chasing him STOP LUSTING AFTER MY BROTHER! FiddleFord: I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN! Ford: THEN STOP RUNNING! FiddleFord: I THINK ILL KEEP GOING THANK YOU! Ford: FIDDLEFORD!