A group of eels are chilling in the river...

When a full tuxedo comes drifting downstream.

Danny, the leader of the bunch, turns to his three pals.

"Holy shit guys, now's our chance!"

"Yeah!" says Tommy, "Let's get drunk!"

So Tommy threads himself through the pants of the tux in a U shape, forming a nice looking pair of legs.

Ed and Heath twine together with their heads poking out of the sleeves, looking like a pretty convincing torso.

Danny wraps his head around all three of his buddies, and pokes his head out of the top.

After a little bit of practice on a muddy bank by the river, the boys have it down pat. The creature walks with a bit of a wobble, but after a few minutes they can manage a pretty convincing strut.

"Let's go!" they all cry.

The quartet flop their way up from the river, like some sort of slimy Frankenstein's monster, to the nearest liquor store. Tommy, like a champ, never complains once about being at the bottom.

They peruse the aisles for a few minutes before Ed and Heath both grab a six-pack in their mouths and head for the counter.

They drop the six packs in front of the bored-looking clerk and Danny, as the head, says "How much do I owe you, boss?"

The clerk stares at the sodden character in front of him with a look of supreme disdain, then turns to his friend packing shelves and says...

"Is this motherfucker four eels?"