Boxer taught Rar to pull the wrinkles out of himself. Rar became quite adept, but couldn't hold it as long as Boxer could.
"That's tough, I don't know how you hold it that long."
"You'll get better with practice."
All of a sudden Rar remembered that he didn't know where his brother was. Looking around he saw Lar hanging over the edge of the bed, "Hey, Lar. You OK?"
"Yea."
"Did you hear Boxer's story?"
"If you hadn't been laughing so hard, you would have heard me laughing."
Footsteps were in the next room, then Pretty walked in, "Oh crap."
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