Stan went up the stairs slowly, trying to be as creepy as possible. This was the moment he had been waiting for. This was when he would kill his wife...
Except that Francine wasn't in his bedroom. In fact, she wasn't even in their bathroom. All he found there was Hayley sitting on the toilet.
"Dad, I'm pooping! What the hell?!" she yelled.
"Funny that you should mention hell," said Stan, closing the bathroom door shut and locking it. "Cause that's exactly where you're going."
"What are you talking about?" asked Hayley, trying to cover herself.
"I'm talking about Francine, you liberal bitch! Where is she?!"
"I think she got bored waiting for you to come home, so I asked her if I could use your bathroom since the other one is flooded for some reason, and then she just left..."
"DAMN IT!" yelled Stan, shooting his gun at the ceiling. "HOW AM I GOING TO KILL HER NOW?!"
As Hayley pulled her pants up, she suddenly looked alarmed.
"Why on earth do you want to kill mom?!" she cried.
"That doesn't matter to you, you worshiper of the earth," said Stan, grabbing Hayley by the hair. "You...you...um, what did Clive Owen say to that one guy before he dunked his head into the toilet in Sin City?"
"Um...'You forgot to flush?'"
"Of course, how could I forget that?" said Stan, chuckling a little. "YOU FORGOT TO FLUSH, WHORE!"
Then he dunked Hayley's head into the toilet. She struggled quite a bit, but soon she was still.
"You have to come home sooner or later, Francine," said Stan. "And when you do, I'll get you ready for your new home...in a coffin."