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"Peter! Get your fat, blubbery ass down here!" yelled Francis Griffin.
"Dad, can't you wait a few minutes. I'm ah, taking a number two." yelled a voice coming from the bathroom. Francis crossed his arms across his chest. He looked over towards the couch where his wife and the family dog, Brian were sitting. Both held martini's in their hand.
"Make it quick, boy. And number two better be all that you're doing! Remember, everytime you touch yourself God kills a puppy."
Twenty minutes later Peter Griffin came down the stairs and into the living room of his home in Quahog, Rhode Island. He looked very relieved. He sat down on the couch between his mother and Brian. "What's up dad?" asked Peter.
"You're out of control, Peter. Staying up past midnight, drinking, and being an all around pain in my backside. Something's got to change." starts Francis, pacing the room as he spoke.
"I...I could get a makeover. Like Julia Roberts in that movie about the hooker. Make me beautiful daddy!" said Peter. He jumped off the couch and began to twirl around the room like a super model. Francis had to smack him over the head to make him stop.
"No you sorry excuse for a child of God! We're sending you to a school in Virginia. Pack your bags, cause we're leaving tomorrow." said Francis "And that's the end of it."
"WHAT? No no no no no no!" whined Peter. He dropped to the floor and began to beat his hands on the carpet. "Who'll hang out with Quagmire? Who'll feed Brian?"
"Get off the floor you jackass! Your friend Glen has plenty of lady friends he can corrupt. And if Brian can make a martini he can sure as hell fix himself dinner."
"He's right Peter." chimed in Brian "I can make a delicious filet mignon. Though I'd hate to see you go, pal."
"Now get off the floor, Peter." says Francis "I've already got everything set up. Maybe if you hadn't indulged yourself like a Roman then you wouldn't be in this position."
Peter got up off the floor. He went over to Brian and pat him on the head. Then he did the same to his mother. Somewhere, music from the Hulk TV show came in and he walked slowly up the stairs.
"Dad, can't you wait a few minutes. I'm ah, taking a number two." yelled a voice coming from the bathroom. Francis crossed his arms across his chest. He looked over towards the couch where his wife and the family dog, Brian were sitting. Both held martini's in their hand.
"Make it quick, boy. And number two better be all that you're doing! Remember, everytime you touch yourself God kills a puppy."
Twenty minutes later Peter Griffin came down the stairs and into the living room of his home in Quahog, Rhode Island. He looked very relieved. He sat down on the couch between his mother and Brian. "What's up dad?" asked Peter.
"You're out of control, Peter. Staying up past midnight, drinking, and being an all around pain in my backside. Something's got to change." starts Francis, pacing the room as he spoke.
"I...I could get a makeover. Like Julia Roberts in that movie about the hooker. Make me beautiful daddy!" said Peter. He jumped off the couch and began to twirl around the room like a super model. Francis had to smack him over the head to make him stop.
"No you sorry excuse for a child of God! We're sending you to a school in Virginia. Pack your bags, cause we're leaving tomorrow." said Francis "And that's the end of it."
"WHAT? No no no no no no!" whined Peter. He dropped to the floor and began to beat his hands on the carpet. "Who'll hang out with Quagmire? Who'll feed Brian?"
"Get off the floor you jackass! Your friend Glen has plenty of lady friends he can corrupt. And if Brian can make a martini he can sure as hell fix himself dinner."
"He's right Peter." chimed in Brian "I can make a delicious filet mignon. Though I'd hate to see you go, pal."
"Now get off the floor, Peter." says Francis "I've already got everything set up. Maybe if you hadn't indulged yourself like a Roman then you wouldn't be in this position."
Peter got up off the floor. He went over to Brian and pat him on the head. Then he did the same to his mother. Somewhere, music from the Hulk TV show came in and he walked slowly up the stairs.