"STIMPY!" Ren exclaimed as he and Stimpy were living in a mansion. A mansion made of gold. And butter.
Of which never melted because they had it incredibly solid. And it was in the middle of New York City, specifically Manhattan. Near Central Park towards the western direction, facing west. And it was raining. All day and all night.
"Yes, Ren?" Stimpy asked as he whistled, walking into the office, of which was also the bedroom, approaching Ren as he had some hamburgers in his hands.
"Give me an idea for a fanfic. I feel like actually being creative for once." Ren remarked as he moved his arms around.
Stimpy blinked as he munched on the burgers, rubbing his chin as he tapped his right foot. "Hmmm... how about Mr. Horse?"
"No sir, I don't like it." Mr. Horse stated as he walked by Stimpy, not wanting to be involved in anything.
"Come on, Dr. Stupid. Give me something that will be worth writing." Ren stated as he chucked a laptop at Stimpy, knocking him down as he picked his nose. "Why can't I come up with anything creative?"
"Why, that's a very good question, Ren. I better put on my patented Stuponitron Helmet!" Dr. Stupid then placed on a green bowl on his head, being zapped as popcorn began pouring from out of the bowl, disobeying the laws of physics.
"So? What's your hypothesis?" Ren asked as he was playing around with his thumbs.
"Well, your answer's simple, really." Stimply stated with a smile as he held his hands together. "You can't come up with anything because..." He then grabbed Ren, shaking him violently. "You can't come up with anything original to write because you wrote all you ever could in your life!"
"...So I see." Ren remarked as he pushed Stimpy away, picking up the wooden desk and slamming it down on Stimpy, folding his arms together. "I'm gonna have to channel in my perverted fantasy!" He then snapped his fingers, summoning various human girls with large breast sizes, big butts, and tight jeans of different colors and skins as they all surrounded Ren, giggling innocently as they all farted brassy deep pitched farts on him, making him feel more inspired as Stimpy was eating the french fries that popped out of nowhere.