Dirt's Bizarre Adventure

meanwhile

Back at the house...........

Hydrochlorothiazide picked up Ibuprofen and slung him over his shoulder. Ibuprofen was wailing and trying to get away.
"STOP IBUPROFEN! FOR THE LAST TIME, I WILL NOT LET YOU GO NEAR THAT FFUCKIN- I MEAN- FRICKING MICROWAVE!!" Hydrochlorothiazide shouted, setting his little brother on the living room couch.
"FUCK YOU" Ibuprofen screamed, wiping his snot on his fortnite shirt.
"Hydrochlorothiazide? What does fuck mean?" Tylenol asked, and Hydrochlorothiazide jumped, not realising Tylenol had been right behind him this whole time.
"Um, nothing Ty, you're too young to know this. Same with you Ibuprofen! You guys are ten!" Hydrochlorothiazide responded. Ibuprofen spat at him. Then, Lipitor walked in. The whole room suddenly smelled like monster energy. "Oh great timing Lipitor."
"These snotty little bitches wanna know what the fuck word means? Ok," Lipitor said, then she paused for a second and her visor pulled up the dictionary. "To have sex with (someone). (of two people) have sex. (2) used alone or as a noun or verb in various phrases to express annoya-" Hydrochlorothiazide punched her in the shoulder. "Ow! Rude."

"You guys, someone's at the door," they heard a soft voice say. A magenta tinted protogen, Melatonin, looked around the corner of the wall. Hydrochlorothiazide could also see another protogen of the same size but with a red tint—Amoxicillin. Melatonin looked eerily calm, or sad, as always, and he wasn't sure which was better.
"It's Grandpa Juan and Grandma Molly," she whispered. All of the kids in the room went wide eyed.
Oh no.