It was a good day in the dweeb household, Karlee had yet to commit any felonies, Summer had completed a page of her comic, and Romano hadn't devoured one mortal soul. Maybe it was the Christmas spirit that still lingered in the air or the fact the murder of Santa had quenched their sadistic tendencies, but they could have been deemed a normal clan of dweebs from an average onlooker. It was quiet, it was calm.
Summer sat lounged on the cough, hair pulled into a typical bun. Romano, the freckled dweeb, sat close by, eyes trained on Summer's hands as they made quick movements across the paper. It was unclear what she was working on, but it'd no doubt be a comic that'd shake a laugh out of even the most stoic man. "Wonder what Karlee's up to." Summer said casually, earning a small shrug from Romano who watched Summer's pencil closely. Suddenly, as if Summer's words had summoned Karlee from whatever pit of hell she resided in on the weekends, a voice sounded on the other side of the front door.
"HEY ASSHATS, GOT SOMETHING PRETTY SNAZZY FOR YOU GUYS TO CHECK OUT!" The door flew open, revealing the energetic half-Canadian wearing a stupid grin. Karlee slipped in and quickly stomped off the snow clinging to her combat boots.
"You didn't kill anyone, did you?" Romano asked, sounding a bit too casual. "EVEN BETTER!" Karlee replied, tugging an old man inside the house. "I kidnapped a homeless guy!"
"Fucking rad, man." Romano said, giving Karlee a fist bump.
"Can we keep him Summer-chan?"
"A pet is a big responsibility, Karlee. You know that." Summer replied flatly.
"I'll walk him and he can sleep in my closet, he's used to eating garbage so we won't have to take out the trash anymore."
"And he probably doesn't bathe so we won't have to worry about that!" Romano piped in excitedly, this could be their first pet!
Silence...then, a small sigh.
"Fine, what're we gonna call him?"
"Squishy." Karlee said thoughtfully, "he shall be my Squishy."
Romano, who was suddenly wearing some hella rad sunglasses, nodded. "Fuck yeah."
"But one thing I forgot to mention..." Karlee muttered awkwardly.
"He's not housebroken?" Summer guessed.
"Yeah, but that's not it. We may, possibly, die a little bit because, although he's homeless, Squishy was a prince. His subjects aren't too happy with us...."
(TO BE CONTINUED!?!?)
