After doing threesome with two penguins—Yes. Let that sink in—Johnson ran away from the lake with whatever water he stored in the metal bucket.
He, like a molester of senior citizens, ran towards the prison to protect himself from the women and penguins without caring about his appearance at all.
Only after reaching inside the prison did he find his freedom. Irony peaked here.
He adjusted his uniform, letting his hair remain torn from the side of his head as he only wanted one thing after reaching the prison—Me.
The bastard wanted to use me as a way to cope with the lawsuit from PETA worthy trauma he faced in the lake.
"Come to me, Human. Take me to the dark side. Taste the penguin in me! Aaaaahhh!!"
Bro, you are going way too into this. What's with that moan at the end?!
"I have no reason to taste the penguin in you. And also, your father is a liar."
"HUMANNN!!"
What the…
"Don't shout so loud, bitch! Why are you angry? Did someone called you handsome?"
