Hey Joey, I think there's a coke in the garage. Yeah, a Superman-shaped one. You can have it if you get us more beer. His excitement soon turns to confusion. Joey shrieks and tries to squeeze through the cat door, only to find that his head is the only thing he can fit.
Lets enjoy the moment.
Suppressing the urge to vomit, he runs back to the living room to tell Chris and Lance what he'd discovered. Justin's dead, Joey's dead, and soon you'll be dead. It's an antique. As BOP reported, I really do collect them. I don't think so.