Disclaimer: don't own Family Guy or that shit.
Meg was on the couch, looking dejected. Her day had gone horribly: Connie D'Amico and her sluts teased her, the gym teacher tried to rape her, and Lois had flirted with her imaginary boyfriend mockingly. And this was a good day.
Stewie enters the room and asks Meg what's got her so sad.
Meg: Everyone in the fucking world just wants me dead.
Stewie: Let's go to the basement and talk this out.
In the basement:
Stewie: What's that door doing there?
Meg: Stewie, don't go in there!
It's too late: Stewie is inside the room, which has multiple death rays, potions, and time machines.
Stewie: Meg, wh-
Meg: Go ahead and tell mom and dad. I don't care. Get me in trouble with the cops.
Stewie: Meg, it's not that... I like this!
Meg: Y-you do?
Stewie: Yes! You're good at this?
Meg: I'm smarter than everyone thinks, Stewie. Now, should we hide this?
Stewie: Yes, but where?