Gilfoy ran over to Jim's seat and sat right beside him.
Jim had hoped that the seat which had been ripped out and glued onto another would provide visual cover, but sadly, he was mistaken.
Gilfoy began happily bouncing up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down...
"Where are we going?" He exuberantly asked.
"Breakfast." Jim said.
"Ooh!" I love to break fast!" Gilfoy squealed. "Especially because I'm Jewish!"
Gilfoy was in fact Jewish, and whenever he met someone, he made sure that they knew. Sadly, he continued to do so once they were aware of the fact.
"I can use my spork!" He cried out, removing another from his pocket.
"No sporks!" Jim angrily declared, grabbing it from Gilfoy's hand and throwing into the aisle.
"You'll have to pick that up!" Dutch yelled.
Jim groaned.
Gilfoy began to bounce up and down again.
"After breakfast, can we have ice cream?"
"Maybe." Jim said.
"That always means no..." Gilfoy stated with a sigh.
Jim did get temporary relief, though, when the bus came to a halt at a stoplight, and Gilfoy began running up and down the aisle, making "zoom-zoom" noises and declaring that he was the all-powerful and completely evil "Jewish Cowboy."
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