(A.N.: I really hope you're enjoying the fan fic.! As you can tell by now, I'm not a huge Ren fan. Keep reading!)
Chapter 2: Every Day I'm Shovelin'
Ren looked out the window, watching Stimpy shovel happily. "Look at that eediot," He thought aloud. "So easy to take advantage of. Maybe our relationsheep isn't bad as I thought. All I hafta do ees keep heem preoccupied weeth chores. Yes. That's what I'm gonna do."
For the next three hours, he watched Muddy Mudskipper. "Thees ees what Steempy raves about twenty four seven? Jesus, no wonder he's so styoopid! I feel my IQ dropping every second!" He turned it off, looking rather bored yet homicidal. There was a knock at the door. "Who's barging een on my intellectual enlightenment?" He growled, stomping to the door. He rolled his eyes to see it was just Stimpy. "What's up, eediot?"
"Ren, I'm hungry! And my back's beginning to hurt!" Ren sighed in disbelief. "Always theenking ofyerself. How much deed you get done?"
"Well, half way, I guess, but-"
"THEN AMSCRAY!" He slammed the door. Stimpy sighed, trudging off the porch.
Many hours later…
Ren was listening to the radio by the fire. Suddenly, you heard Paul McCartney and John Lennon sing, "He loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!" They came out of the radio, staring Ren in the eye. "And ya know, you should be gla-ad!"
"Damn thees editing on these stations," He mumbled. "Eet's she loves you. What are they, seenging to Umeda about Akiha?" John Lennon came out of the radio, shaking Ren by the shoulders while the rest of the Beatles continued to sing, "He loves you, YEAH YEAH, YEAH, and ya know, you should be gla-ad!" Ren, with a slightly scared look on his face, grabbed a mallet out of nowhere like Wakko and started smashing the radio with it. As you heard the sound of the radio dying, you heard John Lennon yell, "Oh, you rat bastard!" Ren let out a sigh of relief and sunk deeper into his chair. "Where the hell ees Steempy, anyway? He was supposed to make me dinner hours ago!" He stomped outside to find a half frozen Stimpy laying on the porch, incapable of moving. Ren actually formed tears in his eyes. He ran into the bathroom, drawing him a bath. He helped Stimpy into the house, talking to him softly. "Eet's gonna be okay, honey," He whispered in a sort of whimpering tone. "You'll be just fine, okay? I love you." He helped Stimpy into the bathroom.
He sat on the couch and rocked back and forth, hoping Stimpy was alright. He started crying.
"What eef the Beatles were right? What eef I wasn't good to Steempy? He's gotta make eet, he's gotta!" He beamed when he heard the door open, Stimpy with a towel around his lower torso. "Oh, there you are, Ren!" He said, hugging him tightly. "Thanks so much fer the nice bath, honey! It was so thoughtful!" Ren hugged Stimpy tightly and sobbed into his chest. "Ren? Are you opkay?" He patted his back frantically in an attempt to comfort him. "I'm so sorry, Steempy!" He sobbed. "I've been horrible to you! And not just een the Neeckolodeon show, the Adult Party Cartoon, too!"
"Aw, Ren!" Stimpy held him close. "You're a great best friend and lover! I love you!"
"I do too!" He said, picking himself up. "And I better show eet! I'm gonna treat you like royalty!"
"Aw. You do what I want and I'll support you!" They held each other until Ren said, "Wanna have sex?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
