Meg ran to her room, crying, yet again, after another hard day at school. She could hear Stewie muttering to himself outside her room.
'Aha!' Stewie cried. 'The ugly one is upset again! Should I risk being scarred for life and see if I can comfort her?' Stewie toyed with the idea for a minute, and then decided to risk it.
'Hey there, Megan. What's going on?' Stewie asked.
'Come here, Stewie,' Meg replied. Stewie jumped up next to Meg on her bed, and Meg wrapped him up in a bear hug.
'Agghhh! Let go of me, you fat cow!' Stewie cried.
'Oh, Stewie, will I ever be popular?' Meg asked. She set Stewie down on the floor, and continued to sulk into her pillows.
Stewie scurried down the hall to his bedroom.
'I say, Meg, you're just not the popular type!' he thought. 'Why, even Lois is better looking than you! Not to worry, Stewie can fix that, no problem!'
Stewie scampered into his closet. 'Let's see, let's see….mind controlling device, machine gun, Lois dies simulator…my, I haven't tried that one for awhile. Ah! Making Meg Popular and Pretty Gun! Who would've thought I'd ever want to use it? But I can't stand listening to her cry any more! My God, she sounds like an injured elephant!'
Stewie scurried back down the hall, carrying his Making Meg Popular and Pretty Gun.
'Say good-bye to misery Meg!' Stewie pointed the gun at Meg, and pulled the trigger.
It was an instant success.