Tommy sat at the tombstone crying.
His poor wife.
He couldn't stop sobbing and squirting snoggers out of his nose.
He sat there "boots n cats"He said over his sobs.
"Tommy...it was a beautiful service."
Wilbur said weirded out by Tommy.
"Wilbur..."
"Do you think I can marry the floor?"
Wilbur stood there for a moment.
"Tommy...no you can't marry the floor."He responded, blinked a bit.
"Why?"Tommy asked brushing the headstone of the grave.
"Tommy the floor can consent, you just got widowed and how would you have kids?"Wilbur explained in a harsh tone against Tommy.
"Dadza had sex with a fridge and poof you came out were dadza keeps his meat"Tommy stood up curling his ball into a fist.
"True, but atleast dad loved the fridge! He even played her favourite songs whilst he fucked her that's why I have musical talent!"Wilbur slapped Tommy as blood rushed to Tommy's cheek.
"WAAAAAHHHHH!"
"OMG WILBUR THAT WAS NOT #WAPPA!"
Jack shouted and proceeded to throw a bun at Wilbur.
