Staff wished to change the bedclothes.
Jeff arrived to either protest or assist; it can be hard to tell.
One thing was certain – the sheets moved, and anything that moves must be swiftly killed. The sheets are now dead.
To play string with Jeff, you must understand one thing: when Jeff gets a talon hooked, he immediately and completely checks out of the game.
You can tug. You can yank. Jeff cares not.
For not the first time, Jeff and Rita were found lounging in the sunshine.
Jeff stre-e-e-tched; in yoga this is perhaps the bobcat pose?
After yoga Jeff was exhausted from contemplating his essential nature.