Oh my god, Peter! Ethan done gone and blew out his shoe, just like how you blow out your pants every time you bend over! That boy is so round, his poor little shoe couldn't take the pressure, just like your poor little belt can't take the pressure around your waist! Now every time Ethan takes a step, it's like a sad little flat tire crying for help. It's like music to my ears, Peter, like a symphony of struggle and extra calories. Maybe you and Ethan can start a club, the Flat Tire...