Timmy's dad has been alone for quite some time.
Alone in a hostile world bent on his inevitable breakdown. He watched his once prosperous life slide right through his cold fingers...Timmy's death, his wife walking out on him for Dinkleberg, and his pencil factory being closed due to the recession of 2008. The only thing he could do was watch television in his lonely commercials were the only thing that fulfilled his lust for sexual and emotional companionship. No-one captured that feeling more than Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome.
The robust man had carved a particular spot in the aging man's heart. Every dream of every night would be the same. He was haunted by the crippling loneliness that befell him. But most of all, Timmy's dad couldn't stand the fact that Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome wasn't there with him. Holding him, cuddling him, telling him that he's worth it. Timmy's dad often had saved pictures of Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome on his computer, so he could "pleasure" himself.
Pretending it was Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome really there in front of him, he finished quickly. In a fit of sexual frustration, Timmy's dad cried out: "I wish he would just dimmado me!"
If only he knew… If only he knew the next day, that dream would become a reality. He should have known to be careful what he wished for, he just might get it...