"It's Coming, Boy!"
Nothing good ever comes from meeting Marty Prehn - even accidentally. Those dirty clothes would make a maggot puke. Personally, I'd be concerned about body lice just waiting to jump ship to get some fresh air.
It's the Curse of the Mongoose. There's no escape, not even in death.
Like a Terminator from a future of stupidity robots, he just keeps going.
And before someone suggests building a wall around Fraser, he burrows and likes crawling in dirt. You should see what he sleeps on...
Trust us, we are professionals.
