The Regular Show X Reader

Gut Model

Muscle Man and Hi Five Ghost approach (Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby, Pops and Skips. "Good, you're all here. As you probably already know, today marks five years I've worked at the park. So in honor of me, we're eating at Fry it Up at 8:00!" Muscle Man said. "Oh, I'm sorry Muscle Man, I can't." (Y/n) said with pity. "What? Why not?" He asked. "My best friends and I already made plans with Sam, Margaret and Eileen." (Y/n) said. "Pssh, your loss, bro.

While you're striking out with some chicks and some dude, we'll be scoring some wings! And some chicks! Am I right, Skips?" Muscle Man asked. "Sorry, I can't either. I'm bowling with Pops and Benson." Skips said. "Lawn bowling!" Pops said. "Ugh! Looks like it's just me and you tonight, Fives." Muscle Man. "Oh...." Fives said. "What?" Muscle Man asked. "Low-Five is graduating from the police academy tonight! He's my brother, I have to go!" Fives said. (Y/n)'s heart broke a little at this, 'even Fives was bailing on him?' "Fine! You're all uninvited!" Muscle Man houted. "Dude, don't be like that." Mordecai said. "No, it's cool! It's not like it's my fifth anniversary or anything! This bird is flying solo tonight, babies! WHOOOO!" He runs away.

~Time Skip~

"Oh, are you waiting for more people?" A waiter asked. "No! Why would I be? I'm a one-man party!" Muscle Man said. "Okay..." the waiter said. "Give me the bottomless wings, the bottomless muffin tops, and a cream cheese donut stuffed inside a roast chicken." The waiter tries to take the menu from Muscle Man. "Uh, no. I'm gonna keep this for a minute." The waiter walks away. "Those guys are totally missing out." Muscle Man said. "Ugh, this next issue isn't coming together at all!" Filbert said. The waiter comes around. "A little fried milk, please." Mulligan said.

"I mean, look at these. We're supposed to be on the cutting edge." Filbert looks behind him. "Hold the phone?" Mulligan said. "Holding." Filbert said. "I think we found our solution." Mulligan said. Muscle Man is eating glumly. "Uh, excuse me sir." Mulligan said. "What?" Muscle Man asked. "Uh, please, would you mind standing up for a minute?" Mulligan asked. "Ugh, fine." Muscle Man does so. "I know my rights, though." He said. Filbert whistles. "I told you." Mulligan said. "Tell me kid, have you ever thought of becoming a model?" Filbert asked. "No." Muscle Man said bluntly. "Because you sir, have the perfect body.. to pose as a pregnant woman.

Hi. Filbert & Mulligan. Mommy Monthly Magazine." Filbert said, while picturing Muscle Man's body. "Mommy Monthly? But I'm not a woman." Muscle Man said. Filbert laughs. "I just love this kid!" He said. "Look, we all know that there's nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman's belly." Mulligan said. "There's no disputing that." Filbert said. "But we also know that shooting the real thing is twice as expensive and takes three times as long." Mulligan said. "Plus, pregnant women don't stay pregnant forever." Filbert said. "So that's where you come in.

As a gut model. And that is the technical term for males in this business, gut model. You'd make some real sweet dough." Mulligan said. "Some beacoup dinero." Filbert said. "Well, I got other commitments right now, but I appreciate the compliment." Muscle Man said. "Hey, we appreciate the view." Mulligan said. "Of your gut." Filbert said. "Because you look a lot like a pregnant woman." Mulligan said. Filbert gives Muscle Man the business card. "Give us a dangle if you change your mind." He said. He and Mullgan walk off. Muscle Man sits back down. "Pssssh. A model. Yeah, right." He remembers something. "Hmmm." He picks up a piece of food. "Ooooh, Muscle Man! We're sorry we didn't hang out with you. Please don't leave us to be a gut model." That's right. Keep begging." He eats the food. "Hmm-hmm-hmm."

(At the park)

"Ok, everybody. Listen up. Before we do the chore handout today, Muscle Man has something he'd like to say." Benson said. Muscle Man stands up. "I'm quitting." The park workers gasp, and (Y/n) immediately stands up. "What?! Why?! Is it because you're still mad at us? Because I'm really sorry we couldn't go!" She asked in shock and panic. "What? No. I was scooted by some guys at Mommy Monthly Magazine, so I'm ditching you losers to be a world-famous gut model. Whaddya thinka about that?" He replied, and the park workers are amazed, much to his surprise.