I stood in front of my television literally shaking. He couldn't do that. Mung couldn't actually do that. I felt anger. Rage. Mad Head filled me. I glanced at the clock. It read 8:34 P.M Central Standard Time. It was time for my angry protein fueled shit. I gripped my way to the porcelain throne and pondered what I just saw. If Mung Daal was going to rock this world, take what he pleased in the same way that Ryan thought he could take mother, then he had another thing coming. Something stank in this situation. It reeked like dark people. I'm not a racist, I'm all for equal rights and I completely agree with siding with Brown when he butted heads with the Board of Education in the 50's, but y'know man sometimes...

Anywho, I pooped hard and geezer I needed that. My opening was so tender after the peanut butter secretions. I figured that I should just turn the haunted episode off for now and clear my mind. I booted up my favorite game. Sonic 1 on the Super Genesis with the and Knuckles pack so I'd play the whole game as knuckles because wow Knuckles can fly and I love the echidna timeline. How badass is it that a race of elite, red mammals defend the master emerald? I can't get enough of it. Can't wait for an open world Sonic. The closest that we got was Sonic Adventure 2. What a cool game. I just love Sonic. We all have our favorite games, mine is Sonic. I have always been a platformer guy yknow? There's just something so addicting and worship worthy of the momentum based speed gameplay, or as I call on my blog, MBSGameplay. I'm streaming on twitch in case you are wondering. /channel/FuckRyan37 But yeah I had to get this situation sorted out. My dad would know what is wrong. He always buttered up my mouth when I was too scared to put my fingees in the Skippy.

I needed sleep. It was time to sleep. Your body knows when it needs sleep because it just needs sleep. So I went to sleep. I woke up the next day after I slept and my resting was well. I was heavy with pain from my experience. I couldn't rely on much in life, that's why I loved Chowder. The characters were complex, just like the patterns that ran across their clothes. I dunno how I feel about Panini. I always get excited when she is on screen but Chowder doesn't like her so I guess I don't either. Chowder can count on me for loyalty and I can count on him for consistency. That's why this episode threw me off. I mean, I didn't know what to think. It was tough to wrap my head around. I just didn't know what to take away from this. I was confused to say the least. It wasn't an easy thing to, y'know get why this was happening. I decided to make a rip of the file and.. Talk to it more or less. Something is in that recording, and I am not going to let it give me Mad Head for much longer. I stabbed my recording equipment, the stuff I used to stream Chowder to twitch with my audio files voicing every sound effect, to rip some clean footage.

After creating my new file "Scary Stuff(7)" I dragged my newly ripped audio and video files into it. Unfortunately I had to clear out Zootopia porn from my dedicated hard drive in order to make room for my captured data. After I had purged my computer of half of its utility I got down to business. I opened up DOSBox and executed the program in my new folder. Now, ordinarily nothing would happen but this time was different. Different in the same way that Mom bringing home Ryan was different. I could tell from the moment that the chocolate man had walked through the door that he was different than her other 1 week flings. "Moving on" she said, "I need this or I will be miserable" claimed mother. Well why am I not enough? I don't get it. She can feed me all the time. She can make my bed whenever, it should be enough. Ryan with his stupid chiseled body and warm eyes. Ryan with his always present bulge and hair ruffling condescension. Ryan with his Old Spice musk and biglyness. If this were Chowder he would have no place in my kitchen. Marzipan would boot him off the streets like a loved family member that constantly tells his parents that he is done doing drugs and asks for their forgiveness, yet he keeps going back to the hookah, disgracing his family, dishonoring his bloodline, a shameful prick.

I typed a single word. "H-hello?" I don't know why I stuttered when I talked to the program I just figured I wanted to establish my human capacity. I'm not short I swear. Anyway, the program finally responded. "gReet for you Mr. Chew" My jaw dropped. How did the spirit know of my Deviant Art profile name?