Jealous? Of Stan? Heh, of course not! I mean, where are people getting these
notions anyway? I’ll admit, Stan was a
bit more socially and, um, romantically skilled in high school, but that was
ages ago. Last I checked, he’d been
complaining endlessly about this girdle he apparently shoves himself in during
Sure, weight doesn’t define attractiveness or
unattractiveness, by any means! But the whole process sounds entirely…er,
That’s such an odd term, too, “hunkle”…a—are people actually
calling him that? The whole “Grunkle”
term originated because of Dipper and Mabel’s relations to him…and what
relative on this planet would be calling him both a “hunk” and a “grunkle”? Seriously,
that’s…that’s quite unnerving.
But perhaps I’m overanalyzing this—Are you just asking if I’m
jealous he has yet another nickname? Eh,
I wouldn’t call it jealous, per say; I have a fair share of nicknames
myself! But if I were to have my own pun
on the “Grunkle” business, it’d have to be something that applied to me. Something scientific, or bold, let’s see, er…Spunk!
Spunkle Ford—eh, no, that sounds odd.
Um…Funkle Ford? No,
Erm, Drunkle F—Oh, gosh,
Alright, for now I’m settling on “Never-Have-I-Ever-Encountered-a-Class-I-Would-Ever-Flunkle
It’s—it’s a work in progress. And proof I can be just as
charming as Stan! Also that I’m not jealous. Obviously.
Look, at least it’s much more sensible than “Hunkle,” right???