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Joe: Hey guys, you know I can walk, right?
Peter: Yeah, we know Joe. But why don't you ever walk?
Joe: Well, I could always walk, but I choose not to.
Quagmire: Wait, what? You're telling me you've been using that wheelchair this whole time just because you're lazy?
Joe: That's right, Quagmire. I could easily walk, but it's just so much easier to roll around.
Peter: But Joe, think about all the things you're missing out on by not walking. Like hiking, or running, or just standing up to reach high shelves.
Joe: I don't need to stand up, Peter. I have Lois to grab things for me. And as for hiking or running, well, I can do those things too. I just need a little help from you guys.
Quagmire: So you're basically using us as your personal assistants?
Joe: Yeah, pretty much. But it's a win-win situation, guys. I get to roll around while you all get the joy of helping out a disabled friend.
Cleveland: Well, I guess that's one way to look at it, Joe. But don't you ever want to feel the wind in your hair as you walk down the street?
Joe: Nah, Cleveland. I'm perfectly fine with the wind blowing through my hair as I speed down the sidewalk in my wheelchair.
Quagmire: You know what, Joe? I respect your choice. If rolling around in a wheelchair makes you happy, then who are we to judge?
Joe: Thanks, Quagmire. I appreciate that. Now, who's up for a race around the block?
Peter: I'm in! And Joe, if you win, I'll buy you a lifetime supply of beer.