“Okay, guys,” Sock Puppet Jesus started. “This is going to be fucking
awkward the first time, but we’ll all get used to it.”
“I don’t think I would ever get used to this,” Luke replied. “You could
also expand your vocabulary. You don’t have to say fuck in every single
sentence you say.”
He was lying on his bed, with Samantha on top of him.
“Yeah, I fucking do. Let’s see you get resurrected as a fucking sock and
not swear. Just put my girls on the fucking TV,” the puppet told him.
“It’ll keep me occupied.”
Luke turned on the television and dropped the remote. His left hand
grabbed Samantha’s hip. His right arm stretched out as far as it could,
pointing at the screen.
“And Samantha,” the puppet said. “Try not to be too fucking noisy. I don’t
want to hear what Rose says.”
“I can’t make any promises,” she responded.
The commercial break ended.
“Golden Girls is filmed before a live studio audience.”