Peter Griffin, with gold teeth grills shining brightly, stands at a gas station. He is casually dressed and leaning against the bright red and white fuel pump, under the white florescent lights of the station. His left hand rests nonchalantly on the pump, while in his right, he holds a disposable coffee cup marked with the word "Joe's". Behind him, a fluorescent sign reading "Open" glows against the dusky evening sky. The pavement beneath him is slick with a
