Blasted dust.
Slim sits by the fire wearing the flannel shirt he got from the FFG and sipping eggnog.
Trinity drags into the living room after sleeping off the new years eve celebration, rubs his eyes and stares at Slim.
"Say Sleeeum, y'ain' warshed that thar shirt sin' she give it to ya. It's startin' ta look lahk mahn. Ah still 'member when tha FFG done tooked mah shirt an' britches an' warshed them wifout mah say. When Ah got 'em back, Ah felt lahk Ah had lost a bunch of frien's.
"Wail, atchally, Ah did. Ah wen' ta tha warsh water ta save 'em, but they was all daid."
Happy New year friends!