Mr. Robinson opened his door again after someone knocked on it, only to see his son, Rocky Robinson. "What do you want?"
Rocky put his hands behind his back. "Hi dad. Gumball and his goldfish friend told me that you're gay, and I came to ask you if-"
"I AM NOT GAY!" Mr. Robinson screamed.
"Whoa! Calm down dad!" Rocky told him, positioning his hands in front of him. "I just wanted to ask you if you have any lotsa spaghetti for me."
Mr. Robinson gave Rocky an odd look. "Why do you want that?"
Rocky's cheeks somehow turned red as he rubbed the back of his head. "Well, they said that makes me gay too, so I figured, why not have some lotsa spaghetti for myself?"
Mr. Robinson rolled his eyes. "Fine. This whole gay thing is getting on my last muppet nerve!"
Anais watched from the other side of the fence, with Gumball and Darwin standing next to her.
"Don't you two think he's had enough?" Anais told them, glaring at them with her hands on her hips. "He's right! The whole gay thing is getting old! Unless you mean he's happy, you're wasting your time!"
"Gay means happy?" Darwin wondered, rubbing his head.
"Yeah. That word has two meanings." Anais stared at them them sarcastically. "But you two clearly think he's gay in the old sense of the word."
Gumball scoffed as he patted Anais on the back, much to her annoyance. "Please, sis. That's propesterous!"
"Preposterous." Anais corrected him.
"Whatever. For all we know, he could be a very happy lord!" Gumball thought out loud.
Darwin raised his arms in triumph. "Yeah! A happy lord!"
Anais sighed, feeling powerless to argue with Gumball and Darwin because of their high stupidity as she dragged her Daisy the Donkey doll into the house. "When you're ready to realize that Mr. Robinson is not gay in any way, let me know!" she shouted back at them.
