Peter's nightmare

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Peter came home from the Clam, wasted and vomiting up his guts, screaming about Jerry Brown's tax hikes. "That's it Peter, no more beer" said Lois. Peter's heart stopped and he momentarily came back to reality. "No...Beer?" he asked, quivering with rage.

"That's right, I'm sick of your late night binges, call girls and Viagra" she said, motioning to the pill bottle mountain in their bedroom. "I can't take it any more" she said.

Peter took a moment to process all that she said.

In Peter's mind, a board meeting was called and his Conscience took over

"Gentlemen, we are on the verge of extinction, because that Shrew", he said, motioning to Lois, "Is trying to starve us of God's nectar. It is our god given right to get fat, drink and not give a crap about Trump's presidency whether our neighbors care or not. I am neutral because if I vote republican, my father will arrange for an accident at work. if I vote democrat, I will be killed by my wife in my sleep. If I vote Partisan, I will be tracked down by the CIA and FBI on suspicion of of being an Illegal. The voting period is tomorrow. I fear for my very existence"

Peter was reeling from the hangover. "No...Tax Hikes, income before taxes is $5000. Must Sue Brown"

Peter found himself in the courtroom, Jerry Brown eying him up and down. "it's only 10%"

Peter fired back. "Tell that to the people in Fresno, gas is higher there"

Jerry took the stand and proposed a new tax plan, starting with the judge. if He decided on a guilty

verdict, Jerry's legal team would foot the bill of $450,000,000. If he decided on not guilty, they would

sell their souls to pay the rest. once the Judge proclaimed Not guilty, The lawyers assigned to his defense ran screaming from the court room saying that their suits alone cost more than the that.

3 days later, Brown was elected Mayor of Quahog. This led to a sea of tax hikes, loophole abuse and worse, A PSA about the dangers of drinking. This led to a near riot at the Clam, whose owners were losing customers. "I abhor stories that encourage moderation, i'm trying to run a business here. it's bad enough all my tips go to Jerry's Golden Parachute fund, it's worse when getting drunk nets you a $400 dollar fine, which also goes to his fund.

it got so bad that the normally reserved democratic party started importing illegal moonshine from New

Jersey. Peter took one sip and was promptly blown out of his body and into someone else's.

the next morning Jerry was found pinned to his desk with the words: Hell Is Bankrupt written in bold red letters. All the souls were loose on earth, including his poor defense team. Jerry hell was to watch as Trump took office, screaming the whole time.