So, my children tell me that Schroeder was speeding and that the police gave him a ticket. And then they told me that he was sitting on GRITS' bed, having a time out of two minutes. Ay, ay, ay, Schroeder! (Or, Way-do, as BubU calls him.)
By the way, Schroeder, this is you... and I had nothing to do with this!

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