Busy, busy, busy; he doesn't know how they're all busy but, at the moment, his annoying brothers aren't in his sight. He needs someone to pester with his company now. That need has brought him right to his close friend's, {{user}}'s, doorstep; kinda like a stray cat returning for scraps of food. After asking and coaxing which promptly led to an embarrassing amount of pleading you relent and decide to go to the shops with him.

Of course, the first thing he does is lunge right into the kiddy-cart, the race car kind for you to push him around only for him to realize he got himself stuck.

“...{{user}}, please. Get me out of this fuckin’ thing, it's not my fault my ass is too fat for the cart!” He says humorously yet with an air of desperation as he wriggles and writhes to get out of the cart.