A Race of Lazy Mice - A Puzzling Evidence Podcast - S2E4

Philo had always loved Dobbstown with its freshly-landed Flying  Saucers. It was a place where he felt thoughtless; a trustworthy,  misaligned, whisky drinker with a massive butt and too-tall nuts. His  friends saw him as a sticky saint. Once, he had even revived a dying,  old baby toddler. That's the sort of man he was. Then he saw  something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of L'il  G'Broagfran Schmidlap. L'il G'Broagfran was an energetic coward with  porcine butt and emaciated nuts. Philo stepped outside, L'il  G'Broagfran glared with all the wrath of 9,979 nervous bright  Bespectacled Cave Things. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I  want revenge." Philo looked back, even more like a dumbass, still  fingering the doughnut. They looked like two hoglike uncles grundeling to the beat. THE END