Bright sunlight streamed through the Strider's apartment. Dave was fast asleep, snoring and drooling all over his pillow. The sunlight swam over Bro's eyes, and he groaned. He turned, grabbing his pillow and hiding his face underneath. Crows started cawing outside. "God dammit..." Bro mumbled. He sat up and started rubbing his eyes. "Why does this fucking place have to be so damn bright? Especially in the morning!" Bro complained to himself. He dropped his hands to his sides and sighed. After staring at his closet doors for two minutes, he finally stood out of bed and headed out to the living room. He continued on to the front door and outside, not caring that he's wearing nothing but his Smuppet boxers. He checked the mailbox to find quite a few letters. Bro pulled out the letters and started filing through them, "Bills, bills, bills, paycheck, bills, Dave, bills, bills, warning from the Bank- DAVE?!" Bro shuffled back to the letter to Dave, and his eyes widened when he read, "To the parent or guardian of Dave Strider." He glared, and stormed back inside, slamming the door behind him.
Bro barged into Dave's room, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!" Dave jolted awake, having trouble opening his eyes, "What?" "I hope this isn't from your fucking school, mister." "What are you talking about?" "I just found a letter in our mailbox that's technically to both of us. But mainly me." "Lemme see." "No! I'm going to be open it, and find out what the fuck you did so I can ground you for life." "Okay." Bro slit open the mail, and pulled out the letter.
"Dear Mr. or Mrs. Strider,
Your child has been selected for our TV show, Child Swap. It's exactly like Wife Swap, except with the children, and they pretty much just experience having different parents.
If you have any questions, comments, or concerns; please call the number or email provided on the envelope.
Hope to see your child soon,
-A. Hussie (Orange Guy)"
Bro stared at the letter for a moment before saying, "What. The. Fuck?"