"Hi, I'm Peter Griffin. And I just want to say that I'm happy that-"
"Peter, what are you doing?" asked a naggy voice from a different room.
"LOIS, I'm trying to have a civil conversation with the readers" said Peter in a very childish manner.
"You can do that after you take out the garbage" said Lois from the other room.
"Make the kids do it, they need the exercise" said Peter, who of course shouldn't be talking about losing weight.
"Meg is staying at her friends, Chris is sleeping, and Stewie is playing with Brian"
"Hey Brian, you want to have Cool Hwhip?" asked the talking baby in overalls.
"Stop saying it like that" said the talking dog.
"What, I was just asking if you want some cool hwhip with your ice cream"
"Ah, fine" said Peter.
Peter stayed silent for a few seconds before turning forwards.
"I'm not going to do it. I'm just going to put it under Meg's bed, Hehehehehe" whispered Peter to the readers.
"Now as I was saying-"
Peter was interrupted by the ringing of his cell-phone. Peter picked up the cell-phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Peter"
"Oh hey Quagmire, what's up?"
"Just have a few beer with the gang, wanna come down?"
"Sorry I can't, I'm trying to say something to the readers"
"Oh okay, are there any hot babes?"
"I don't know Quagmire, I can't see there faces"
"Oh, well okay. Giggity Giggity Bye"
Quagmire ended his call. returning Peter to his conversation.
"Well as I was trying to say-"
The door then opened, with Meg Griffin walking in.
"Hi dad"
BANG
Meg then fell to the ground with blood pouring out of her stomach, being shot by an irritated Peter.
"...Good Day"