It has been three long and productive years of Prison for the Slimpon fam. Amassing immense clout in their long period of incarceration. However, as they are cartoons and because George did a spell on them, they have gained a divine ability to nor age or snap from profuse neck throttling. Today the Slergchen family were about to undertake the task of therapy for their loved one, only now realising how fatal that loss truly was.
"Mmmmh, Homieeee..."
"Yes, Miss Simpson, he is dead."
"Homieeeeee..."
"Saying it like that, Miss Simpson, brings a whole new meaning to the day. Goodbye, Miss Simpson." With this, their therapist leaped out of the window down a five story drop. Surely dead, Berg looks out to check wether the fatality can be confirmed. Peering out, he can confirm.
Yes, he is very dead.
Berg lobs another stone at the corpse, just in case he wants to come back.
"Homieeeeeeeeeee!"
"Marge?"
"Homie?"
"No, Miss Simpson, I am the replacement therapist after that one mercilessly killed himself in response to your obnoxious actions."
Marg then whipped out a fat ciggy and began puffing at it with great sadness, "HOMIEEEEE!" The contents spilling all over the table, like a waterfall of lung cancer, Marg let out another howl for her loved one before deciding to calm down for a bit, as the room was getting a bit stuffy and the windows were beginning to quake to a shatter.
"So, Miss's Simpson, anything you'd like to ask before we carry on your session?"
"H—... Hmmm..." as if gagging, she struggle to put out an audible sentence. "Hooooome..."
"You would like to go home, Miss Simpson? Because, as it stands, you are not obligated to be in this room."
"Homieeeee..."
"For fuck sake, just get out." Grabbing his briefcase, the therapist followed his piers in leaping out the window, leaving the rest of the centre frightened to enter. As well as this, the Serfins were left unsupervised within the facility.
"Okay, kids, let loose, or else mummy's gonna have to spank you all to MOVE IT, NOW!" Coughing on her disease giving satisfaction, the kids cackled as they set off into the facility to reign havoc.
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The Sergons
FanfictionMerge, Herm, Sliga, Migga and Blerg are nothing of your normal family. The household gets a bit wacky, as they spin OUT OF CONTROL!!! Read this WACKY chain of episodes to find out. (Notes: uh, the adjective chain, uh- well- you know, it symbolises t...
