Edmund awoke to a familiar sight: the ceiling. He had been sharing a house with Dimitri for the past year, because Edmund was fired, for sleeping on the job, and couldn't afford to support his son, Steppenwolf. Menikker was almost never home, being the rebellious teenager he is, and Dimitri was always either drunk, or blowing stuff up with gasoline, alchohol, and corrosive metals. Edmund was the innocent one, having only 'done it' once- That's how Steppenwolf was born- whereas, everyone else, except ten-year-old Steppenwolf, was getting laid. "Edmund! my tail is stuck in the toaster again! oh, and Menikker has herpes." Edmund facepalmed. of course- the average morning for him indeed. "ALRIGHT THAT'S IT! DIMITRI, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THE TOASTER! MENIKKER, GO TO THE DOCTOR! AND STEPPENWOLF, GET OUT OF THE DISHWASHER!" he screamed. everyone reluctantly obeyed, and got on with their day.
''dad are we there yet?" Steppenwolf asked for the tenth time. "no, now stop talking. Dimitri is trying to drive." "are we there yet?" asked Menikker. "sigh... no, We are not there yet." Edmund answered back. ''are we there yet?" "no." "are we there yet?" "No!" "are w-" ''NO! WE ARE NOT THERE YET! NOW SHUT YOUR MOUTHS OR I WILL PERSONALLY GO BACK THERE AND SPANK BOTH OF YOU!" this got them to shut up. well, it DID. ''ARE WE THERE YET?!" Dimitri said Edmund pulled the emergency break causing everyone to be thrown forward with the momentum. Edmund undid his seatbelt and got out of the car. he walked over to the driver's side and yanked Dimitri out, slamming the door. and, as promised, administered a spanking. this was going to be a long day.