George Washington x Abraham Lincoln

The stroke

George woke up to something warm hitting his ear. 

"Geoorgggee~ It's time for your 3:33 am pee~"

George gasped and smiled, sitting straight up into bed. 

"ALREADY! I AM SO HAPPY! I MIGHT PEE MY PANTS-"

"Don't. Not this again. Me and Bob will take you to the bathroom so you don't trip.. again."

George nodded and got out of bed, holding Bob and Tom's shoulders. This helped him get up so he doesn't fall. George broke his cane. "YOU'RE LOOKING AT ME WEIRD!" He explained. This happened every time that someone mentioned his crane, or any crane to be exact. 

"Thank you, slaves." He spat.

"I still don't know why that I chose to be your 'slave'. I mean, every time we do something you like, you spit on us and say-" 

"I spat on you. Hehe. Noobie. Get die. Commit bye bye. Papa." George whispered hotly. He started to drool from his nose.

"That."

"Take me to the bathroom, peasants!" 

Bob and Tom carried George to the bathroom. George was panting because he had to hold up his legs. It was hard work for him.

They made it to the bathroom and George sweated from his eyes.

"It's AMAZING! Oh.. I thought you'd leave me like my dog did.. that was so tragic." George fell to the floor, throwing his 'slaves' to the ground and rubbing his hand gently over the door.

"I'm so glad you're here.. every night.." He pecked the door handle, gently putting his mouth on the nob and tilting his head, turning it. "You never change.. I'm.. I'm so glad.." He got on his hands and knees and crawled into the bathroom.  George didn't have a toilet, but he did. 

Bob was the silent type. He hated to paint. He was very good at it, though. He wished he was painting instead of being here with Tom. He also hated Tom. He hated Tom more than George himself. 

But, atlas, he was forced to work for George. 

George did the 'puking cat' and began to pee. (Picture above :>)

Tom sat up, turning his head to look at Bob.

 "Don't you think this is stupid?" He explained.

Bob nodded his head slowly.

"Very stupid.. But.. grrr..."

A tear ran down Tom's cheek.

"So.. so touching-"

"Eh? Slaves. I'm done. What the heck!"

Tom stood up, picking up George and throwing him to his bed like a mad man. 

"Bob. We need to find a way to leave. I need to tell Rob- I mean- Someone.. something. It's like a warning. I'm.. I'm not gay, I promise."

"AAHHH!! I WASN'T DONE PEENIG! I MEANT I WAS DONE CAT PUKING! YOU DUMB STUPID! YOU DO ARE HAVE DUMB!! GRRR!!!"

Tom shut the door as Bob trembled.

"T-Tom.. you're.. gonna get in trouble."

"Well, that's okay. I'm not gay so why does it matter?" Tom put his hands on his hips and smiled widely. Very. Very wide. Like. Wide. Very wide.

 He knew he wasn't gay. 

Bob always thought Tom was big gay man, but now, more than ever.

"I AM NOT GAY!" Tom screamed at the top of his lungs.

Tom wore a rainbow hat along side with a rainbow shirt that said, "M E N A R E H O T." In rainbow. He wore no pants. His socks? Oh, those? They were thigh high rainbow socks that had a picture of a shirtless man. 

"I'm not gay. I know it." Tom whispered to himself.

Bob nodded slowly and stood up. "We should at least check up on him as well, correct?"

"NO! Do you are have dumb? He's having a stroke, so we'll be on our way now. CoRrEcT?" Tom mocked Bob.

Bob felt pee come into his pants, running down his leg. 

Tom picked up Bob and sighed.

"Okay, I'm not gay or anything but.." 

Bob shook his head, "Just be.. shut up."

Tom gasoed. 

"That was rude!" He dropped Bob and looked around the room.

Everything. Single. Thing. Was. Not. There.

There was nothing in the room that Bob and Tom stood in.

"There's.. no leaving this place, is there?"

Bob sighed, sitting up and looking at Tom.

"That's what I was trying to tell you this entire time, Tom." 

Bob rubbed his head and stood up.

Tom felt another tear run down his face as he opened the door to George's room. 

There he was, George himself, laying on his bed and having a stroke like a mad man.

"I feel so stupid doing this." Tom grasped George's shoulders.

"Eh? Don't touch me!!!" George screamed and Tom flew to the other side of the room.

Bob sighed in relief, "Hello Lord George." He bowed.

"Thank you, Slave. Now. Let me rest. Ugh. I can't believe that Tom would try to interrupt my sleeping time."

Tom rubbed his head and cracked his back, almost breaking it.

"You.. You were sleeping?!" Tom grred as George laid back down and continued to have a stroke.

"There's no use. He's broken. We're doomed." Tom walked out of George's room and shut the door.

Tom then remembered something that caused him to smile.

"I'm.. not gay!"