October 19, 1971 was a day like any other for Robert. He washed the dishes, drank orange juice with page particles, read the newspaper, and finally mowed the lawn. Robert had a little idea pop into his big mullet-covered head.
"Oh! It's a lovely day to go to the store!" he thought,
He paused as soon as he planted both of his feet on the floor.
Oh, my Neptune! He shrieked.
A shiny pair of black pleather pants caught his eye, but before he could lay a finger on this newfound exquisite thing, Jimmy Page ran over and claimed them as his own. But oh! Robert wasn't letting the little pooger get his pants this time. They were 𝘩𝘪𝘴 pants, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 to take home, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 to drink orange juice in.
"Not this time, Jimmy!" Robert yelled as he pushed him aside.
Robert ran up to the counter with his shiny black leather pants. He checked out with a smug grin on his face. He finally found the be all end all item to make him happy.
As he made his way to his residence, he changed into his new pants. Right outside his house. His life was now complete, or so he thought...
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