George awoke from his sleep, sitting up and breaking his neck like everyday.
The time stroke 5:06 am.
"Eehh.."
Tom was giving George the 'Rob glare', which was scary
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"Don't.. do not look at me like that. That look is no aloud in this household."
Tom shook his head as the look flew off from his face.
"You're right. Anyways, I have breakfast for you. Bob is um... peeing?"
Tom had told Bob to try and find an exit.
He had hope.
After all, he wasn't gay.
"And where is it?"
Tom gave George a plate with toast and some orange.
"...Why is there just toast and an orange? What happens when-"
George looked around but Tom had already left the room.
Tom looked around to find Bob.
No where to be seen.
What he did see - or - feel, was a heavy wave of air on his ear.
"Tom... Turn around."
He felt someone glaring at him as the glare signaled a cold shiver down Tom's back.
Tom spun around and saw..
Abraham Lincoln.
"Rob was my best friend and, as his best friend, I do not allow you to Rob glare."
"But.." Tom gulped. Then, out of nowhere, a bald (but not) guy fell from the sky.
"Uh.. Hi. My name.. is Robert."
George took a sniff and walked out of his room, drooling at the sight of Abraham.
Abraham felt as if a hot man was looking at him and spun around.
He drooled as well.
Both of their heterosexual flew out of the door at the sight of each other.
It was meant to be.
Rob growled, or grred. "Oh no, not you two again." He huffed.
Rob vanished because he is hot and no one could withstand being in the same room as him.
Tom made like a rabbit and flew out of the room because he was sent on fire due to being in the same room as Rob. After all, only the top hots of the world can be in the same room as somebody as hot as him. So, everyone in the room besides Abraham and George were gone.
