"Stewie what did you do?" Brian started at his new muscles.
Power.
Kill them.
Thoughts bounced around Brian's head.
"Brian... it looks like my machine was faulty. You look hideous!" Stewie pulled out an AK-47.
"Do you want me to put you down?"
"No Stewie! I've got all this strength... I know what to do!" Brian flew out the window. He arrived at Quagmire's house and killed his cat.
"You bastard!"
Quagmire walked down the stairs, halting his intercourse with some floozy.
"Brian what the hell? You just murdered that cat! Giggity." Brian flipped him off an flew away.
Stewie realized something
Wait a second, I don't need more power... I have guns!
Stewie walked into Lois and the Fat Man's room and shot up Lois. 57 shots to the head and 32 to the body.
"What the hell Stewie?" Peter exclaimed.
"Shut up Fat Man go take some insulin and calm down."
Of course Peter didn't understand.
