Both you stooges held Last, Last. Now I get the Last Laugh, while I take control of the Last Nation again and repair all the damage you to idgets did to my domain. The work never stops, I must do it all. My children you must be careful, I may run out of funds and I will have to sell Last Nation to the funky smelling flounder and then what will you do? Bid Dave, take control of you horse as he drops road apples all over the placed. Pilot you cannot let your plane leak oil everywhere. The Goose is now wearing depends, which helps some. But the Flounder leaves slim everywhere he slithers. What a Shame. I am Lastavious to say the least, I am burdened with the honor of being Last. Dag bern it, anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Will someone please wipe the slim off of the Flounder, I ain't going to touch him.