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HERE WE GO AGAIN!
By: I'm Not Wearing Any Pants
This feels as familiar as always, only now it's even more obvious.
PARTIAL REGURGITATION OF THE PLOT OF THE ONLY EPISODE I HAVE EVER WATCHED OUT OF AN 85 EPISODE SERIES, HERE WE GO AGAIN!
Sewage King woke up to no sun shining through his bedroom window, because it was in the sewer, and hopped out of bed with a cheerily insane smile. He proceeded to go to the lavish kitchen he had in the sewer to obtain a hearty breakfast. Obviously he's got a whole fully furnished mansion down there. It's in every story like this. And damn it, we will continue the long held tradition. He threw open the fridge door and looked inside while smiling. He lacked the ability to make varying emotional expressions. After smiling at his prize for an hour, he pulled a turkey leg out of the fridge and closed the door.
His smile dropped upon seeing his pet alligators scuttling across the floor, their long scaly tails wagging happily as they noticed the meat clutched in his pale hands.
"NO, NO, NO, NO! THIS IS MY FOOD! MY FOOD, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he scolded them as they pawed at his bare legs. He was dressed in a pair of boxer shorts with little cartoon alligators on them. On his feet were fuzzy slippers that also were modeled after alligators. "Down, down, down! You must not d-d-d-distress me! I am very emotionally fragile and become easily distressed at the slightest thing, but mostly at any criticism of my massively dysfunctional and socially abhorrent actions or unwarranted self-importance."
One of the alligators dropped dead for no apparent reason.
The Sewer King took a bite of his turkey leg and chewed it, glancing down at the alligator's back leg, still twitching from muscle spasms, a vapid look in his visible eye.
"You were my best friend. I considered you to be my actual family. I raised you from a pup and we were in the circus together when I was a child. You ate all my school bullies and my lawyer, Mr. Kensington. Then you caught that mysterious plot device disease that's always in these stories for convenience, and tragically died." He scowled because he couldn't do anything else and continued to chew his bite of food. Then he crouched and rubbed his precious pet's cute cold nosie before he burst into tears. "I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU, MY FRIEND! MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER! ALL MY ALLIGATORS ARE EXPLICITLY FEMALE. THEY JUST ARE."
He then got back up, walked over to the wall, pulled a lever, and a trap door opened. The dead alligator's body fell into the pit below where it was devoured by other alligators. And Killer Croc, who Sewie had tamed. Because he's just that good at communicating with large reptiles. Then he pressed a switch and a new alligator slid out of a doggy door which had opened up in the wall.
"I fucking love alligators. They are just like cobras and cats. Only better. They are the pet of the newest fictional boyfriend-chan."
He tore into the turkey leg and laughed.
THE END