So Clyde did as he said. The Judoon's leather tunic somehow dropped onto the ground and Clyde was face to face with Tybo's tybo.
"That's TINY!" Clyde screamed in disbelief and ran away.
"Mo fo."
There's a Clybo in the closet...
Clyde ran his hands across Tybo's wrinkly face. He loved it. The Judoon moaned in pleasure, "Yo go lo," he winked, "lo lo lo."
