Karl asks if he has decided what he's going to do about the bleakness of his life. He says that he'd like to rip his arms off and beat him "into submission" with his own choices. Karl says that'd be cool, but he doesn't want to beat him like a "wussy" , so he calls it "muscle milk" . Karls says that sounds nice, but it's really nasty. He tells Karl that he can take on ten of them all at once, but that he prefers to beat his ass "like a wussy" than to be mixed up with the "junk" of the forest. He goes off to the woods, thinking that he might be able to sneak back to his house without being beaten into jelly. He's bummed that he hasn't been able to get