MidReal Story
Egghead's Transformation: From Peter Griffin to Doctor Robotnik
Scenario: Peter Griffin from family guy after another louis nagging go into basement to his fridge to only discover a rotten egg. took it out and ended up tripping on a cable and falling into a computer panel. The damaged systems caused a chain reaction with the egg and exploded turning Peter Griffin into Doctor Robotnik aka Eggman
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“Peter, there is a rotten egg in the fridge, and you need to get it out right now!
Is that my job?”
I said, looking up from the video game I was playing on my phone.
“Yeah, that’s your job,” she responded sternly with her hands on her hips.
“I’ll get to it in a minute,” I muttered, returning to my game.
“You said that fifteen minutes ago!”
Lois scolded me.
I ignored her and continued to play my game.
I did not understand why she was always so angry with me.
It was like she did not understand the simple joys of playing video games and escaping reality for a little while.
Sure, it was not the most productive activity, but it was better than a lot of things she did.
She watched three hours of soap operas every day and drank an entire bottle of wine each night.
Those were her vices, and this was mine.
So, what was the big deal?
We all had our flaws.
She got so worked up about things that did not matter.
My phone made a noise indicating I had lost the game, which caused me to lose focus on what Lois was saying to me.
“You’re always playing on that stupid phone,” she stormed away from the kitchen and into the living room.
Good, I thought as I resumed playing my game.
She was always so angry with me for no reason, but what did it matter?
She would get over it soon enough and go back to watching her soap operas or something.
It was best for me to just ignore her when she got like this because there was no reasoning with her at all.
I peeked around the wall to make sure she had left the room before I set my phone down on the counter and went out into the living room with her.
I took a seat on the couch next to her, and she continued watching TV without so much as acknowledging me.
She obviously had nothing important to say if she could just drop a conversation like that.
“Why do you always have to be so angry?”
“Why do you always have to be so lazy?” she retorted, and I rolled my eyes.
“Because I’m tired,” I said, getting up from the couch and walking back into the kitchen to see what egg she was talking about in the refrigerator.
The bright light inside made me squint as I looked around for a bad egg.
There weren’t any, which meant she had lied just to get me off my phone, and it had worked.