“So go then! Leave the house! See if I care!” shouts
Bagman is standing stark naked in the street with his arms raised to sky. Bagman is roaring, “Aha! See what you made me do!” Ten feet away the co-eds are giggling.
Bagman is not paying attention. He is turning around proudly and announcing, “Just check out my six-back abs!”
Bagman gleefully focuses instead on the pun, stares at the co-eds and starts chanting, “Jugs jugs, I love jugs…”
But before the sirens get close, the door to his office slowly cracks open and Bagman’s shaggy head looks in sheepishly. Not sheepish as in guilty but more like an actual sheep, his matted beard looking like dirty gray wool. “Okay, we have to talk.”