Carl sat in his chair watching another porno, as usual. But he wasn't that excited about it, he felt under the weather. Man, it feels weird without the 3 Gay Losers bugging me, Carl thought. He decided to lay back in his recliner. All of a sudden, his door made a sound and he went to open it.

"Hey Carl," Frylock said coming in. "Well, grease man, I don't remember saying come in."
"Oh, sorry man. I'm just in a bad mood today." He went to sit on Carl's couch, sighing. Carl walked over by him.

"Well, not that I care about your personal problems, but, the probs are occuring in MY house. So, I will ask for that reason.........what's wrong?"
"Shake was using my hypnosis machine and started messin' with Meatwad's head, saying I'm Shake and he's Frylock, meaning that I'm the underdog, and I'm responsible for all the things that the real Shake has done the past 10 or so years. So, Meatwad chased me outta the house, thinking I was Shake." Carl stood in awe.
"Wow."
"I know you don't care, but you asked." He got up. "I'll leave you to your afternoon." Carl stopped him.
"Ahh, you can stay for a short period. I hate to say it, but.....I kinda need some company." Frylock narrowed his eyebrows.
"Wow Carl, I've never seen this side of you before. I really don't know what to say." "Heh yeah. It's just one of those days, where not much interests me, you know."

Soon after, they both decided to sit down. They both had just noticed and remembered that a porno was on TV. Frylock chuckled.
"Man, you should really hit a local strip club instead of this, cuz quite frankly, this is pathetic and unreal." Frylock strongly noted the "perfect bodies" of the vivacious blondes.
"Yeah, always gotta have that fantasy though. Plus, I don't have to have people saying, "Hey you smell like a monkey's ****!" "I never watch this stuff, I mean, that's just me."
"What, you gay?" Frylock felt threatened.
"No no no! Of course not, I mean, come on! There's no way that I could be gay!" Frylock looked down a bit. Carl took note of this. "Hmmmm. Come on, man, don't lie to your neighbor." Frylock just sat down. "Look, I don't hate gayness at all. In fact, I-" He was scared to hurt his rep in front of the potato figure.

"I............I've actually, sometimes considered it." Frylock looked at him with narrowed eyebrows.
"R-really?"
"Yeah, I mean, chicks are great and all, but they're so naggy and bitchy. And they ask for child support every month! Ahem, well anyway, yeah."
"I-I kinda...agree with you, Carl."

Frylock sat a bit closer to Carl. He's a great neighbor, Frylock thought. He's always been a bit lighter on me. I wish he was my roomate and not those ***holes. He spoke up.

"You know, Carl? I'm actually glad I'm having a bad day."
"Heheh, me too."

Carl was actually starting to have a better day now. He's actually a really decent dude, Carl thought. I should've given him another chance, I always compare him to the dynamic duo. Not anymore, of course. He's frickin' awesome. Carl also had something to say.

"Uhh, Fryman, I was wondering. That new "side of me" you mentioned, is it a good thing or a bad thing?" Frylock smiled.
"Neither........It's a great thing."

So, they both watched porno together, hoping that their better day would turn into a better night.