George's father told him: "As long as you live under my roof. I had better not see any tattoos on you, or you can get yourself someplace else to live." George had never considered getting a tattoo. Up to that point. But now it was a matter of honor. A statement of independence and manliness. Besides, he only needed to live at home one more year. But what kind of tattoo? And where? He had to put some thought into this. Barbed wire? A skull and crossbones? On his back? His shoulder? He'd get his buddies and check out Tytania's Terrific Tattoos for ideas. Only when he got there, there was no Tytania. Only Bubba./ identify the fragments