Hey Mallory, c’mere for a sec. I got you a present.
Why did… Angry Chef, you know I don’t like presents.
Check it out! A genuine bona fide crotch wagon! It’s all yours!
Oh my oh my oh my une bicyclette une bicyclette!
But I cannot accept this! You must have paid so much for it!
Right… I “paid” for it with “money”.
It’s a gift, Mallory. Yours to keep.
She is so beautiful! I’ll ride it just like Eddy Merckx, I promise!
Watch me go!
Bonjour Carl! Bonjour Anastasia!
Holy cats! I didn’t know Mallory could ride a bicycle!
Man, she’s hauling ass!
Why, she can barely walk without tripping! But look at her go!
Ah, it’s cause she’s French.
All French people can ride bicycles. There’s only like eight cars in France.
Holy kittens! I forgot that it’s gay pride week! I’ve gotta say something clever on my Twitters. Help me out, Carl!
Oh man amazing!
But you gotta be nice! And don’t be dirty! And you can’t be offensive!
Oh come on!
Any parade that promotes nudity is my kind of scene.