Lucille Austero: Oh, Buster. You think missing her trial was an accident?
Buster: Yes.
Lucille Austero: Buster, I helped you with that.
Narrator: Although "helped" might not be the best description of what she did. In fact, she'd been laying in wait for him. And once she'd gotten Buster into the apartment, she eschewed the all-natural juice for the kind with cartoon animals and riddles on the box. The type Buster had been known to have a weakness for. And soon, the partying was off the hook, with Buster drinking right out of the box.