Richard The Oaf
By Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus
Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: Oh yeah, going to have fun with poor ol' Richard.
Richard Watterson groaned as his son Gumball and his friend Darwin were pestering him, both of them being right in front of him as they were constantly being annoying.
"Dad can we watch TV?" Gumball asked as he bounced up and down.
"Dad, can we go outside and play?" Darwin asked as he placed his hands behind his back.
Richard sighed loudly as he closed his eyes. "No... just let me be in peace, kids..." He murmured, resting his head on the back of the couch as Gumball started jumping on his flabby stomach.
"Dad, can we take your credit card and go shopping?" Gumball asked, gasping between every word as he bounced about.
Darwin lifted some perverted magazines that were on the wooden table. "Dad, can we look at your weird magazines?"
Richard got up, snatching the magazines away from Darwin as he shook his head, forcing Gumball off of him. "No, no, no! These magazines aren't mean for young ones like you!" He then looked at them, drooling as it creeped out Gumball and Darwin.
"Gross! You can keep them!" Darwin blurted out as he waved his orange fishy arms.
Gumball also waved his blue feline arms in unison as he stepped out of the house with Darwin. "Yeah, dad. Keep your gross things to yourself!"
Richard laughed as he was successful in getting both Gumball and Darwin out of his hair. "Excellent! Now that they're gone, I can..." He yawned loudly as he fell on his back, snoozing on the couch as he dropped the naughty magazines.