Yes, I am doing something besides South Park. Get over it.
"Bun Bun!" Lincoln shouted as Lynn and Luna tossed his stuffed rabbit back and forth like a football. "Give him back! He doesn't like to be tossed back and forth!" Lincoln cried. "Alright bro, here you g..." Luna was interrupted as Lynn snatched Bun Bun away from her and ran. "Tackle me, Linc!" Lynn shouted. "Hey, what did the fish say to the fisherman? TACKLE ME! Get it?" Luan joked.
Lincoln chased after Lynn and finally caught her, but the impact threw Bun Bun out of her hands and into the fireplace. "Ohhhh..." Lynn muttered in guilt. "Not cool, sis." Luna said to Lynn angrily. "I guess you can say that rabbit is well cooked! Hahaha" Luan chuckled, trying to hide her anger. "BUN BUN, NO!" Lincoln said tearfully.
In the parents room: "Lynn Jr, you are grounded until you buy Lincoln a new stuffed rabbit." Lynn Loud, Sr said demanding. "Aww come on dad, it's just a stupid rabbit, besides, he's 11, he's too old for a stupid stuffed animal anyway." Lynn explained. "I don't want to hear it." Rita Loud said, raising her hand. "Fine, I'll work on getting him another stupid rabbit!" Lynn said with anger, slamming the door shut. "Stupid rabbit, he's 11, this is such bullshit. He's to old for a damn stuffed animal." Lynn muttered.
"Uh-oh, Lana, better hide your stuffed animals, here comes Lynn the stuffed animal killer!" Lola chattered, mocking Lynn. "Yeah Lynn, you should apologize. Your lucky he wasn't older then you when you did that, or he would beat you into a human pretzel!" Lana said, trying to convince Lynn. "I'm hearing about a human pretzel, where is it at?" Leni asked. "Leni, you retard, that was just an expression. They are just upset over Lincoln's sleeping, comfort device." Lisa said.
Everyone looked at Lisa. "His stuffed animal." She explained, 67 percent annoyed. Lincoln was on his bed, crying. "Poor Bun Bun! He was just an innocent stuffed rabbit I had since I was 7!" Lincoln said, a little loud. "You okay in here bro?" Luna said, overhearing. "Luna, can I sleep in your bed?" Lincoln asked. "Uhh, okay bro." She said, with sympathy. Lincoln prepared to sleep with Luna and Luan until he got another Bun Bun, which they figured would be forever, but it was the least they could do.
"I got it figured out! When we are all asleep, i'm going to Lynn's room and i'm gonna take her out!" Lincoln thought, evilly. Soon, when everyone was asleep, at 12:27 P.M, Lincoln went to his room, and found the rifle that his father gave him for when they went hunting when Lincoln was 9, and walked into Lynn's room. He pointed the gun at a sleeping Lynn, who was snoring loud, like usual.
She then woke up, and bounced back a little. "Lincoln? Is that you? What are you doing? She said, scared, but at very low volume. "Die, bitch!" Lincoln said, as he shot Lynn in the head with his silenced Rifle.