Lay starts it and Newton finishes it and Newton takes the blame.

You can’t butter up a sweet nothing when it’s got smokey Lay breath all over it.

Newton realizes that he is wrong for not catering to the dumbness of others.

Newton makes a contribution to the Art of War

Newton’s trust in names in betrayed when Kit Cloudkicker punches a pre-assembled fireball.

Lay panics when he realizes that the world may be watching him be a sicko, aka, human.

Newton makes a witty observation and comparison, Lay kinda does too.

Lay formulates a business plan that is sure to make billions, if not hundreds of zillions.

The fine gentlemen discuss honoring the deceased, the stopped, the halted…

Lay encounters an old foe in a new foyer.  You see that shit?  I’m goooood.