JoeWolf waddles down the hall, wearing a tank top and a pair of Pink Striped Boxers, he walks with his basket of clothes into the laundry room where his finds his neighbor sitting on a stool while he waits for the dryer to finish. A grin forms on the old white wolfs face as he sees JoeWolf enter. "Oh Hello, did not know another older man lived here besides me..." he then pauses and smirks as he sees what JoeWolf was wearing. "You know I used to have a pair of boxers just like that" JoeWolf looks down over his massive gut. "Oh these old things? Must of been a mix up" he says embarrassed of this fact but glad he was not the only large man living here. "Oh don't be too sure of that hehe" Pa Wolf thinks as the two strike up a conversation of shows they liked. How things were back in their day and of how rude young people were and how they wished that only older people like them lived at this place...