Tetherby was in the backseat of his fancy black limo. His personal escort was driving. Suddenly, another car came out of nowhere and crashed into his limo, injuring Tetherby and the driver.
Later, tetherby awoke in a hospital bed. After Tetherby looked around, confused, the nurse told him, "Sir, you're expected to make a full recovery. Same for your chauffer."
"Well. That's good."
"However, there is bad news. Your limousine was completely destroyed."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
I wanted to get rid of Tetherby's karma houdini status. How better to do that then destroy his limo? I am so evil.
Fun fact: Tetherby is not an option on the character selection for a Loud House fic. The moral of this story is simple. There are three things money can't buy: Love, happiness, and a spot on FFN's Loud House character list. (Never let me become a philosopher.)
I can't seem to take anything seriously today, can I?
Up next: Chore and Peace
