Cougar and Jensen hung out together in Bolivia, when they weren't working at the doll factory.
Jensen liked to crash on Cougar's couch after a tedious shift putting voice squeakers into plastic torsos. So boring.
While Cougar showered the lingering stink and the persistent plastic fragments off after a shift, secretly sometimes Jensen would try on Cougar's hat. This was the funniest thing ever.
Also, Jensen thought it made him look cool.
Really, really cool. The same kind of cool as Cougar.
In the evenings, they'd sprawl on Cougar's couch, and Jensen would try to pick up some private work for them. The doll factory didn't pay much, and they could use the extra cash.
Jensen found them work, the no-questions-asked kind of work they were after. It involved hanging around in the Bolivian jungle and watching light aircraft fly over, until Cougar spotted the right plane to shoot at. Boring.
But the job paid enough for them to buy a rundown old pickup truck. Cougar was delighted with the truck, Jensen could tell.
Sometimes they'd drive the truck around, then park somewhere and make out in it for a while. Once they were interrupted, and Cougar didn't have his hat on. Disaster!
The very best thing about their pickup truck, though, was when they would go camping and sleep in the back.
Jensen and Cougar were kinda happy, living in Bolivia.