Two legs good, FOUR LEGS BETTER!
Next he should commission one that's half Denise, half the horse she fucked.
This is actually one of those rare times when I believe Lou.
Not that Lou's being reasonable, or that Lou genuinely cares about his nephew, or that Lou needs the money since, come on, he literally just got done bragging about his tit-taur.
But Lou's only joy in life is material consumption (jast like ze real Communist, da comrade?!) and I really do think that the only way Lou knows how to express joy or affection is through buying toys. It's why he's so obsessed with presents and birthdays, and likely why he's such a miserable fucking addict in the first place. So I absolutely believe that Lou intends, or would intend, to get his nephew a shitty plastic toy at Dollar General, in order to make up for the fact that his grandpa
is not is totally really on dialysis and dying.
"Sorry about grandpa, kid. I know you love him and I know he's the only adult who spends time with you, and I know you wish you had somebody who cares about you to keep you safe and keep you company.
So here's a plastic crossbow for you, which I'll keep in my room. You can pay me back when you're old enough to donate to my transfund."