Peter Griffin was sitting on the couch of his house, eating a bag of potato chips. His t-shirt was undone, showing his horribly fat belly, and his super-loose trousers were undone, showing his horribly big pants. His smiled as he stuffed more and more fat into his mouth, while staring mindlessly at the telivision. Skinny White Boys was on.
"Ha ha! Skinny people who are white" he said brainlessly. Brian trotted into the room.
"Peter, don't you think you're being a bit too lazy these days" he asked. Nothing. Peter didn't answer."Peter?" he asked again, a large amount of concern in his vioce.
"Oh sorry" siad Peter. "I was too tired to open my mouth".
"Well?" siad Brian.
"Well what?" asked Peter.
"Don't you think you're getting too lazy?"
Peter looked offended. "I'm not lazy! I'm not fat either"
"My god, man!" shouted Stewie from across the room. "You're fatter than fatty fatterson on tv over there!" he said, pointing at Homer Simpson.
"Lois say's I'm attractive" siad Peter innocently.
"Lois! Lois! That lying villainess is a master of manipulating the truth!" shouted Stewie.
"Really?" said Peter.
"Yes. How else did she get me to see the Lion King on broadway. 'People who see plays aren't gay' my ass!"
"Wow" siad Peter. "This opens my eyes. I'm going to see Lois. Where is she?"
"At her book club" siad Brian.
"Right, I'm going to see her. Brian, you're in charge of the house" he siad as he shut the door. There was a long silence……
"You're gay" said Stewie to Brian.
"Right, now let's review the book, Bridget Jones Diary" siad Jane, one of Lois' friends. "What did you people think of the book?"
"I couldn't understand a word." siad Lois.
"Why?" siad Jane.
"Well, for instance, what the hell does 'Jolly Good Show' mean?"
Before anyone had the chance to answer, Peter burst through the window.
"Peter, what the hell are you diong?" asked Lois.
"Lois, I need to ask you something"
"Can't it wait?" she said, annoyed.
"No. I hurried so fast to get to you, I didn't manage to get dressed properly"
"My friends can see that" she siad, frowning.. Peter glanced around, only to see about 10 pairs of eyes glaring at his flabby body. He went red in the face.
"I'll come back afterwards" he siad. Then, he slowly backed towards the window, threw himself out, and closed the curtains. Lois put her head in her hands.
"Jesus christ" she siad to herself.
An hour later, Lois came arrived home. As sher opened the door, five sharp arrows plummeted towards her, hitting the door.
"Stewie" she frowned. "What have I told you about playing in the living room?" she siad as she picked him up and put him in his high chair.
"I'm going to kill you someday, woman" he muttered under his breath.
Chris walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of milk.
"Where's you're father?" she asked.
"Up stairs, I think." Siad Chris.
Lois walked up the stairs, and into her bedroom.
"Peter?" she siad. "What did you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
Peter came out from the toilet, and looked at Lois.
"Lois, I know it's a stupid question, but…am I overwieght?"
Lois blinked.
"Of coarse you are" she siad.
"What?"
"You're well over wieght. I tell you all the time, you're just too lazy to listen."
Peter looked sad.
"What can I do about it?" he asked.