sometimes i think about the goonies and wonder if sloth still loves chunk. perhaps chunk lost all the baby fat and grew up to be a stylish young man, like adam brody or one of those calvin klein euphoria models. maybe he and sloth share an apartment, and sloth, wearing a pink polka-dotted apron, whips them up snacks of rocky road ice cream garnished with baby ruths. or perhaps they live in chunk's mother's basement, and try their hand at oil paints while smoking dope and eating doritos [the new late night cheeseburger kind]. i like to think that they are still together in some capacity, and that sloth no longer smells like phys. ed.