Mobo looked at his watch, which was off by 3 hours. He had been waiting for Robo to come home with tonight's dinner groceries, as he was making fried rice with shrimp. Mobo loved fried rice with shrimp. He just hadn't eaten it in a while.

Just then, Robo bust through the door, with a bag of ingredients in each arm. "I'm hoooome!" he announced with glee as he swaggered to the counter to unload his load (lol repetition). Mobo scurried to his older brother, panting like a puppy as he did so.

"Cut that out!" Robo giggled as he grabbed a spoon and hit Mobo with it. Mobo stopped his animalistic representations of his former mastery collections.

"Tonight, we prepare a delightful dish, one that'll make you shit your pants faster than Sonic the Hedgehog!" Mobo enjoyed long shits on the John. That's why he was orange.

Robo grabbed a wine glass and poured himself a glass of white wine and drank. Being extra tipsy while you prepared dinner was always a blast, not just a blast of 16-bit Blast Processing, no sir!

Robo grabbed his knife and started to cut the onions vigorously, almost cutting his hand of in the process. He threw the pepper mill at his brother, along with the raw shrimp. "Get grinding, bro!"

Mobo did exactly just that, grinding and convulsing until his hands wer' sore with callous. "Jesus, Robo, do we need to use all of the pepper in this mill?" Mobo questioned. "Yes, because if we don't, we'll be blocked up for weeks!" he squealed. Mobo saluted and went on grinding.

Robo was tipsy AF, and as such, he grabbed some cinnamon out from the shelf and tried fruitlessly to chop the grains up. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere, but he was hopeful.

*RIIING!*

It was the doorbell. Mobo jumped up to see who it was, and, to his surprise, was Witch (from Puyo Puyo, duh, don't you know anything you freaking moron?!), holding a jar of semen in with her. "Hey, guys. I brought something for you two!"

Robo instantly sobered up and dropped his knife. "God damn it, you're hot!" he burst out. Witch blushed. "Awww, it was nothing. I just heard that you were making your Friday special, and knew you were looking for a way to spice it up this weekend."

Mobo took the jar and emptied its contents onto the shrimp, using the hormonal residue as taste enhancers as Witch sat down at the booth-like table. "So, you guys been doing anything interesting lately?" she asked as Mobo stroked her yellowish-blonde hair.

Robo took a hearty swig from the wine bottle. "No, just drinking and playing poker. How about you, been hangin' around with that Arle chick?" he said. "Yeah, just been cuddling her a lot, ever since that science experiment changed her. It makes her easier to do so, and she's a fine blanket, too!" Witch replied.

The red-shirted thieft dumped all his cut-up veggies into the boiling pot and beckoned Mobo to bring the shrimp covered in ejaculation sauce. "Well well, then, how much did Arley have to crank to make this much jizz?" Robo flirtatiously inquired.

"She makes a hefty load, that's for sure." Witch responded. "Reminds me of the time Ernie used his when he was working at Starbucks. *sigh* Those were good times, but alas, his employment was short lived…"

"Either way, his coffee tasted terrible." Mobo said, rather annoyed at the mention of the dynamic children's entertainment duo known as Ernie & Bert.

Robo offered Witch a Blue Hawaiian, which despite being only 13, accepted. It matched her blue hat and dress, she often said. Mobo asked for one, too, but his request was rejected when Robo hit him on the head with the hilt of his kitchen knife.

After 30 minutes of chatter and vaguely sexual words, the trio finally began to eat their meal. Witch seemed to be enjoying the sweet egg-like taste of the spermy shrimp, as were the Bros.

Yes, tonight was rather pleasant.