The Sergons

Chapter One: 'Family Incarceration'

The day was dåńdŷ and it smelt of, mmmh, êggß, but this time they were fresh and ready. However, no, silly, they were not for Blerg. These fresh and tasty, salmonella-dripping eggs were for eating, ah-ha-ha. Anyway, Merge placed the protein into the top of the fridge, with Herm's delights, OOPS! This was left unnoticed for several years, until Herm came home.

Room corrupted by darkness: lights off, other lights off - I'm pretty sure the lights were off, the series truly began as Herm trudged into the presence of Merge caressing Migga on the sofa. Screaming the Slimpon's theme song, covered by the Simern theme for copyright reasons, Herm strode into the confines of the Slergon resident.

"Herm, you've been gone for thirty years, Herm, that's almost as long as I've kept up smoking, Herm, THIRTY FUCKING—" She pointed out in a coarse and rough timbre, before being cut off, coughing like a old hag in an explosion of asbestos and dust particles dropped off by an asteroid carrying foreign decayed fecalmatter. Hermus paused, flabbergasted by her frustration. Pondering of what to say, he just strode over to the kitchen and grabbed a jar of pickles, noticing the toyed with top shelf. Pretty mad, he stepped back into the lounge. The Tory supporter began vigorously hammering the jar with his foot - placing it on the red carpet and beating it to certain death. As the jar smashed, so did his heart. A heart attack, age sixty-eight.

Mergal was shocked, yet kind of cackled it off. The kids felt... the same, yet they just played with his corps. The body wasn't even found because they called in. The neighbours called in with a complaint they'd been getting a wave of smell. It turns out, the Sermons were sending the putrid waft of Herm's rotting scent over to their home with a fan. They'd been poking it with a stick for days, incidentally, they'd been feasting off his limbs: ligaments and tendons, all sorts. Now, it lies a pile of maggots, flies and rot. Being convicted for multiple crimes, including: loitering and human-trafficking, the Mormons were in deep trouble.