It’s late at night, you come home from a grueling 4 hr shift from your local grocery store to help your family keep up with your daily power and tax bills. All you want to do is sit down, relax, and play your vidja games. As you go to your own room you pass by your land lards room… usually, the sounds of snorts and obscenities are spewing forth from the cracks but on this particular night you hear something strange, something different. The normal what’s and upward inflections are replaced with Duhuhuhuh and other such nonesense.
you’re curiosity gets the better of you…
You creek open the door slowly, carefully, you don’t want your son to creep in and annoy the lord.
as you peer inside to your horror, you see one of the most gaudy ladies waist coats hugging the lumps of flesh on the large pig man you sold yourself too. Adorning his ever collapsing hairline is a hat of Texas proportions.
you lock eyes through his ridiculous not seen since death of Superman visor glasses.
you then inform your house lord his bologna and red sauce sandwich meal shall be done in the heat box in 1 full rotation.
You shut the door
you Go back to your room
you keep planning that escape