You bend down to inspect a bubble gum wrapper on the floor. There’s a little crudely drawn comic strip on it…

Morke: Hey, Tiki Joe! Where’d you get your shirt?

Tiki Joe: Hawaii.

Morke: “How I eat?” That doesn’t answer my question.

Tiki Joe: I said “Hawaii” and you know it, you disingenuous piece of shit!

In the last panel, Tiki Joe is crying in therapy.