CHAPTA FEIV

Afgter what may have been hours or may have been days, I don't even know, Tommy came home from work with an air of despondency about him. Lisa, having just ordered a pizza and therefore extremely distracted, asked him if he got his promotion from Fuhrer to Ultimate Grand SuprFuhrer, to which he replied: "naaahhrmfhrmfhrmf..."

However, Lisa was so distracted that she didn't hear him, and asked him again when they sat down: "You didn't get it, did you?"

"That sunuvabitchj told me I would have it within free muns, if only I killed 7,000,000 pomeranians. I killed 6,999,999, BUT HE SAYS IS NOT GUD ENUFF. They've already put my ideas into practice! They betray me, and I don't care anymore. The country saves money, and they are using me, and I am the foolHRER."

"Do you want a pizza?"
"Ahfeasiygfvugytcgscnaiscibvyiea" Tommy grumbled incoherently.

"I already ordered a pizza." She growled sudcivedately
And, just like that, Tomm'ys dog food boner sprang up.

"You think of everything, dahhhling." he germnbled

"You know what you need? You need a DRANK."
"Ahahaha, I don't drink, you know that!"
This caused an awkward silence that lasted for the next couple of hours until the pizza arrived. They ate in silence for a while, then Lisa decided "fuck it" and went into the kitchen, returning with two glasses full of scotch and a bottle of vodka, which she then topped off the scotcvh with. Making her patented drink: scotchka.

":You must be crazy," Tommy borked, "I can't drink this!"

However, with a sudcivate glance and a demure flashing of her doggy boobies, Tommy knew the only way to cleanse his minds eye and forget the horror of Lisa's form would be to down the turpentine-like concoction in one go- which he did. He then threw up. On Lisa.

Lisa got really turned on by the vomit, and said "make love to me" to which he replied "hnnnnnggggggg" and then he totally put his thingy in her you-kn-w-what and they did it for the first time that day. They then had a several hour fuckathon, taking turns eating pizza, drinking scotchka, and then throwing up the pizza onto each other as they had what seemed to be the same sex they had had last time. With the exception of the vomit-play, of course. Things got really serious when Tommy realized that Lisa had had WAY too much to drink, and he could tell because hse had his tie around her head, which is totally something that drunk people do and not just cheesy eighties movies.

While they were having this little fucksesh in the living room, their good friends Mike and Michele dropped through the hole in the roof into The Room, otherwise known as, THE FUCKING ROOM. Here they jumped on Tommy and Lisa's bed, and proceeded to lick chocolate off each other. They then ended up vomiting as well, seeing as chocolate is poisonous to dogs, something they had forgotten in their horny 7-11 shopping spree, and that night, then entire Hitler household was full of horny dogs ravaging each other in their own vomit. Yum.

(AN: JUST CUZ WE ROTE ABOUT DA KINKY VOMIT SEX DUZNT MEEN WI LYK DAT SHIT. EW. DNT LYK DNT REED.)