As the doorbell rang, Mr. Robinson grumbled to himself as he opened the door, seeing that it was Leslie the Flower.
"What?" he blurted out in his gay voice that got stuck this way in the previous chapter. "Who are you?"
"Sir, Gumball and Darwin told me about how gay you are. So I came here to make you feel better." Leslie stated.
"What? I'm not gay! Where did those two rotten brats get that idea?" Mr. Robinson claimed, his voice still sounding gay.
"It's ok sir. I'm gay too! And I'm here to tell you that...it gets better. Soon you will be able to hang out with other girls just like a group I was in called The Treehouse Girls! Of course, they cut down that tree..."
Mr. Robinson gave the male flower an odd look. "Weirdo! Get off my porch!" Mr. Robinson jeered as he slammed the door in Leslie's face.
"So how did it go?" Gumball asked as he and Darwin popped up from behind a fence.
"He won't admit he's gay." Leslie mentioned.
Gumball fought deeply to himself. "There's gotta be another way for us to prove he's gay!"
"But what if he's not gay?" Darwin remarked.
"Come on, Darwin! You saw him eat lotsa spaghetti! You heard his voice! He must be gay! He has to be!"
Gumball and Darwin both walked away from Mr. Robinson's porch, thinking of a new way to prove Mr. Robinson's gayness as Leslie hopped away, having some gay things to do himself.