Later that night, Hank was in bed with his wife. And he couldn't sleep as he remembered the hot throbbing COCK that Peggy had stuffed repeatedly in his ainis. Whenever he tried to dream about his son, he couldn't get past Peggy's monster lady dick. And no, not even when he just wanted to dream about propane, he can't get away from it. Eventually, he couldn't go to sleep. Instead, he just laid there and thought about that tasty she-penis. He took a peek from the front of their bed while Peggy was sound asleep, and was like "oh my god, it's bigger than mine!"

Feeling hot and stiff in the nether region, Hornk decides to get up, go to the kitchen, and have himself a bowl of cereal. He opens the fridge for some milk and remembers he forgot to get it at the store. He just shrugs it and masturbates into his cereal while thinking of Peggy's dick. He has a taste of it, and it doesn't taste that good to him. "Gee, Peggy's tastes better too." Then his dog Ladybird walks into the kitchen for some reason. "What's that, girl? You want a taste of Hank's jizzled flakes? Here, you can have the rest." After feeding Ladybird his cereal, Hank goes back to bed and fantasizes again about Peggy's big throbbing wet dick.

But he still can't sleep. Because somewhere in the distance, he could hear a loud splash of beer cans and a hambone tard shouting. Ghost is angry that his DVD/Blu-ray player isn't working. The only thing Hank could do about it is bend himself so his vertebrae would snap, give himself the succ, and cry himself to sleep.