Mr. Robinson stepped out of his car, when he saw Gumball and Darwin bowing down before him, much to his dismay.
"What are you two up to now?" Mr. Robinson supposedly asked.
"We bow before thee, lord of all gay people!" Darwin stated.
Gumball raised and lowered his arms in worship. "Yes, since your name also has the word "lord" in it, we figure you are also lord of all gay people, hence, the gayest of them all."
Mr. Robinson face palmed himself in annoyance. "For the last time, I am not gay!" he uttered in his gay sounding voice that resulted from an incident in a previous chapter.
Darwin quickly stood up. "Quick, Gumball! Our gay lord is still choking on his lotsa spaghetti!"
Gumball foolishly gasped. "Don't worry, Gay Lord Gaylord! I'll save you!"
Gumball ran behind the angry Gaylord, grabbing him by the chest, applying the Heimlich maneuver. Then, all of a sudden, the lotsa spaghetti from the other chapter came shooting out of Gaylord's throat, landing in Margaret Robinson's face, who stepped out, wondering what was going on. Margaret hissed in annoyance, removing the lotsa spaghetti from her face, going back inside the house.
Mr. Robinson gasped deeply, his throat feeling better. "You...you saved my life, I mean...fixed my voice!" he spoke in his normal voice. "BUT THAT DOESN'T EXCUSE YOU FROM ACCUSING ME OF BEING GAY!" he yelled, being frantically raised in the air as he did.
"I think Mr. Robinson wants us to leave his presence!" assumed Darwin.
Gumball tiptoed away from Mr. Robinson along with Darwin. "Yeah. Lets leave him so he can have some gay time."
Mr. Robinson mumbled to himself, going into his house, trying to ignore everything that just happened.