Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for December 17, 2005

Transcript:

Hamhock: I don't get it, Bixby. I'm cute, funny, talented. I can sing and dance. Heck, I'll even do slapstick, I'm not proud. So why am I only seen as a piece of meat? I see the stares! At my rump, my loins, my chops! And the baloney fans! I can't even repeat what they stare at! You see me as more than just someone who can fill out a sausage, don't you? Bixby: Sure, kid. Hamhock: Oh, thank you, Bixby, thank you... Bixby: Easy, Hamhock, you're gettin' gravy all over my paperwork...