Larry on line at security makes a joke "do you really need to search me, you think I'm gonna be the one who does it?" And ends up in Secret Service custody for the entirety of the game, asking each interrogator as they come into the room for an update on the score of the game
So when you're trying to fix your falling-apart, broken-down, piece-of-shit Jeep, you get lie on cool green grass instead of hard, oil and transmission fluid-soaked asphalt.
Touching grass while dealing with deeply regrettable life decisions (buying a Jeep) is highly therapeutic.
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Here’s your answer.