A/N: Sorry for taking a while to post this one up, guys. (Or rather, just one guy XD) I was both suffering from writer's block, and being sick for nearly a week strait. I got better. Anyway, this chapter should make it up, I'm sure you'll find Peter's scenes here to be "interesting." Plus, I decided to throw the definition for my made up word, "Explasticated." I used it so much that I can spell it by memory, even XD

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Explasticated

[Ex-Plass-Tick-Ate-Ed]

-Verb

1. To scream and experience an orgasm simultaneously

2. To experience and orgasm and scream simultaneously

3. To edjaculate and scream simutaneously

4. To scream and edjaculate simultaneously.

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...Makes you wonder what Johnny and the gang have been doing while talking all this time, eh? XD

Back to the (alleged) story.

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Oh, the title of this chapter is a spoiler. Whoops, my bad.

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"I am home!" Johnny announced at the top of his lungs as he walked back to The Apartment. Everyone was clapping and encourage him to hike on during the climb up the stairs like hiking.

He then made it back to The Room where everyone was waiting. "I'm home!" he explasticated with all his might. Everyone clapped and Mark was happy that his best friend makes it home and Johnny is safe and great and all those other things.

"Hey look Johnny's home!" Mark shouted and was smiling, he pokes Denny.

"Oh boy look it's Johnny that's so awesome how are you Johnny?" Denny said while being proud to be near him.

"Oh hai Denny how are you doing I bet you do great in school and are makes good money with a college and are smart while learning about college." Johnny pats Denny on the head.

Then the door opened. Then Chris R…. walked in!

Chris R was a ex drug dealer and he's not a drug dealer Johnny fix him so he does good things now he never hurt anybody ever since he stopped dealing drugs and was always nice to Johnny and Mark ever since he stopped doing and dealing drugs and hurting people and he's friends with Denny now and he gave money back.

"Oh hi Chris R how are you I'm glad you've been good lately and not ever hurting people!" Denny was glad to see Chris R.

"Oh hi Denny I like you now I won't ever hurt you again I promise!" Chris R was smiling and he threw the bundles out the window.

"Oh hey guys good news I get promotion and I are winner now!" Johnny jumped for joy and sang the words out of his mouth.

"I wanted the promotion!" Chris R screamed.

"Dun't worry about it you get it on next chance." Johnny said while patting him on the back.

"Thank you Johnny you are kind and I am proud." Chris R gave big smiles.

And then Mark smiled too, along with Denny and Johnny. Everybody laughed and high fived each other, while high fiving each other.

Everyone except for… Peter! He was…. Leying down on ground!

"Ha ha ha oh hai Peter what you doing on ground you should stand like normals it makes you look stupid and retarted, and you look dumb idiot too!"

"I'm sorry. When Chris R shot me down earlier today, one of the bullets pierced my spine, completely paralyzing me from the waist down… I tried to go to the hospital, but when I did all of the doctors just laughed at me, ignoring me as if I weren't even there. I begged them to help me but they refused, I took one of the wheel chairs when they weren't looking and tried to see if I could adjust to this new life that was being thrown at me. But then, two thugs picked me up off of the wheelchair as soon as I made it to the streets, and then threw me in the dumpster just because of that. They even tore up all of my money in front of my face, showing that they only mugged me to further ruin my horrible, horrible day. If they simply took it and spent it for themselves, I would at least be comforted by the fact that it would enhance their life in some aspect. But no, they even dragged themselves down to dig me even deeper in my hole of eternal misery. I went to the police to ask for their help, and to track down the muggers. They gave me the same treatment as the doctors, completely ignoring me, and they even beat me with their nightsticks just for fun. I found out that all of the money in the bank was gone, not by thieves, but because the owners decided to give it all away, claiming that it'd be of more use if it was in the hands of anyone except for me. I crawled my way back to work, while my clothes gradually picked up grime and turn filthy from being dragged across the streets. When I reached the Therapist Office, I climbed onto the chair and prepared myself for the next client to come in. But then, the person seeking my help ran off to another therapist, because he needed even more mental help after seeing how much of a miserable person I am. He then sued me for mentally scaring him for life, but since all of my money was gone it dug me into a huge amount of debt. After this exhausting day, I was hoping that I'd finally be able to relax when I make it back home. When I made it back to my house, I walked in on my wife while she was cheating on me with three men at the same time. She told me that I was a despicable person, and that she never wanted to see me again. After hours of argument, I finally gave up and decided to at least tell my children goodbye. But when I walked up the stairs and opened the door to my rooms, I discovered all of my kids were lying down on the floor, dead. My wife told me that she and her new boyfriends forced them into working at a sweatshop for hours on end while I was gone, and as soon as they passed out from exhaustion they stabbed them all to death as slowly as possible. Then they consumed their corpses. I tried to run out of the house but they cornered be and beat me with baseball bats until I was on the edge of death, but they wouldn't let me die. They just laughed and left me on the stone cold floor, while I laid down in the puddle of my own blood. Then I left the house and roamed the streets, looking for whatever scrap of food I could find. Money doesn't even matter to me anymore because every single store refuses to serve me, so all I can do is resort to stealing, or eat whatever I can find from the garbage. Due to my high moral code, I would never resort to theft, so the other option is the only thing I'll be able to do…. It's like the whole world is against me now…" he said, while succumbing to an uproar of tears.

"LOL you're crying like a baby!" Denny laughed while kicking Peter in the stomach.

"Everyone hates me, everyone hates me…" Peter cried while he began crawling away in shame.

"Ha ha ha now you're crawling like a baby, you big dumb baby!" Johnny mocked while he also kicked Peter in the stomach.

"Ha ha, YES! Good one Johnny and Denny, you guys are very funny!" Mark said while joining in on the kicking.

"Ha ha ha, yes! I am so funny and charming and sexy!" Johnny said while he had his hands on his hips and was full of big pride. Then he kicked Peter again.

"Oh hai Chris R, why aren't you kicking too?" Denny asked to Chris R, and then kicked Peter again.

"I'm good now, no more kicking." Chris R said, being very tempted to kick Peter, because he is such a pathetic excuse for a person.

"Dun't worry about it!" Johnny said with a big thumbs up. "He's such a pathetic human being that nobody will care."

"You have a point about that…" Peter said, wallowing in pain and misery.

Then Johnny kicked him in the face to shut him up.

"Yeah, IN THE FACE!" Mark and Denny explasticated simultaneously, while joining in on the face kicking.

"Oh okay I guess you're right, you're always right!" Chris R was happy, and then he picked Peter up and threw him out the window.

Chris R then got really big. "…Violence… VIOLENCE!" he shouted while getting very aggressive. He then picked up refrigerators and threw it at Johnny but it missed.

"Oh no Chris R what happen?" Denny asked, then kicked Peter in the face.

"Someone set him up the bomb!" Johnny declared while pointing his finger at the sky. "It's all Peter's fault! His horribleness brought out the angry in him!"

"Oh no!" Mark was scarred.

"I have an idea!" Johnny said with big braveness. "You hurt as much as you want only on Peter okay?"

"Oh okay!" Chris R said becoming good now again. He went to Peter and he beat him up.

Peter whines.

"ALL YOUR FACE ARE BELONG TO ME!" Chris R said, while ripping Peter's face off. Peter cried some more.

"Ha ha ha, oh good everything's fine now and happy." Johnny said. Then everything became wonderful in the world. He then went to bed. Then Mark went to bed.

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A/N: If you're a Peter fan... I won't blame you if you flame me. I'm not worried about that though, because NOBODY is a fan of Peter ;)

Also, the Zero Wing references at the end remind me, there's a chance that I will do a fanfic of that with the same style of this story here. Expect the main villain's name to literally be "CATS" XD