[He’s putting sweaters on his chickens. They look cozy.]
[Emrick. Babe. Why do you do the things you do.]
[He see her judging him. He does not care for this judgment.]
[Scowls.] Are you going to help or just stand there and be a hypocrite.
[Good, it’s not like she’s hiding the judgement.]
[Snorts] Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’ll help.
[Smiles as he goes back to dressing all twelve of them up.] You’re only jealous because you don’t have chickens to put sweaters on.















