a/n: most of the events that happen in this story are actually conversations or actions we have at our lunch table. don't ask
"hey gerard, how hard is it to smile?" frank said to gerard.
" very hard. very, very hard," gerard replied.
"bite me," frank then replied. gerards face had confusion written all over it.
"think about what I said for a minute." frank clarified.
"oH." gerard yelled, realizing what he said. "yOU LiTTLe fUCk."
while that was happening, in the other room were more...interesting...events.
"WHAT ARE YOU DoiNG WITH MY FAMILY???" andy yelled. we look over to see this magenta candle (me lmao) stabbing a plastic fork into an apple, making it fall apart and crumble.
"NO GET THE FUCK OUT," andy hissed. the magenta candle walked out laughing and andy cried as joe held him.
"ThAT FUCKING BITCH."
