He never said anything.. But secretly, Chen wished she'd just make him sandwiches for lunch.
"By god I'm gonna get a seat to myself this time."
The new goat-cloaking device was only 50% effective.
Wan worked at the goat factory. After each shift he would smuggle parts home to secretly build his dream herd.
Wait until Mama San sees what I traded the magic beans for.
Because of inflation, the bus fare is no longer kitten heads.
Equipment Boy for the Beijing Goatball team must always be the last to board the team bus.
Shanghai Bob knew he was boarding the right bus when he saw the severed foot on the floor and the severed arm in the window.
I have HAD it with these motherfuckin' goats on this motherfuckin' bus!
"Quick, to the animal hospital!"
It was just like this in some Far East villages. Half a goat. Severed Feet and Arms. The buses run on bare rims. This is the new world order??
Entering the First Church of the Downtown Express, Chan knew his sacrafice would be accepted this time.
Lucky guy. See what dumpster diving will get you if you are persistant.
The rivalry was finally over. Chan boarded a hero. And it would take days for the authorities to clean what was the goatherd's downtown bus.
Remember the three billy goats gruff? Two of them refused to compromise.