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That's not what Jerry-Bear says. He appears in my dreams - when not crooning whaling songs, he speaks of the forays into the Himalayan sinus caverns, which he finds mildly scattered with bits of jerky....
Six followed me to the fringes of Madagascar, where she donned a robe and cowl and served as midwife to my concubine, who was incredibly bountious in her childbirth - sextuplets, could you believe? Six tried to have me tied to a stake until I negotiated life-long alimony and child support, but I bribed the town elders with a glazed donut, and a bottle of anything. To go.
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You don't love me, you just love my piggy style
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