Quote from George in The Puffy Shirt
George: What happened to him? Man: [clears throat] Tragic story, I'm afraid. He could've had any woman in the world, but none could match the beauty of his own hand. And that became his one true love. [long pause] George: You mean, uh..? Man: Yes. He was not master of his domain. George: But how..? Man: The muscles became so strained with overuse, that eventually the hand locked into a deformed position, and he was left with nothing but a claw. He traveled the world seeking a cure. Acupuncturists., herbalists, swamis, nothing helped. Towards the end, his hands became so frozen the was unable to manipulate utensils, and was dependent on Cub Scouts to feed him. I hadn't seen another pair of hands like Ray McKigney's until today. You are his successor. I.. only hope you have a little more self-control. George: You don't have to worry about me. I won a contest.